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c-mob - git my money lyrics

[intro]
we’re pimps baby
what’s a pimp
well a pimp is a certain specialized kind of motherf+cker
a unique individual
beyond compare with your normal motherf+ckers

[hook: t+rock]
i can show you how to pimp (pimp)
show you how to mac (mac)
if she ain’t making no money put her on the track and tell her
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)
i can show you how to stunt (stunt)
show you how to floss (floss)
pop a bottle turn yo baby momma out cause i’mma boss
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)

[verse 1: t+rock]
go get my money
work for your keep or keep it moving
ain’t nothing funny, these suckers be spinning and choosing
i’m she ain’t f+cking with pimping she probably losing
selling her body for nothing, the tricks is amusing
b+tches ain’t built for the street cause they full of confusion
corruption in n+ggas who good for nothing that abuse em
picture me pimping on sarah, tiara, and susan
a hoe getting rich in this era alone is illusion
she’s just a square and a n+gga don’t know how to stroke her right
i sell a drink to the b+tch and have her hoeing overnight
ain’t no ifs, ands, or no buts
i’mma do her like dolomite
i am the key to the paper and she is the prototype
some of these women assuming they pimping
they smiling and grinning but ain’t really living
quit hating on n+ggas who winning and spinning
hoe get you some hustle and focus on winning
i’m pimping like my n+gga [scanning?] from memphis
my game is gorilla they call me a menace
i’m playing b+tches who be timid like tennis so get you some prior and take in some business
yeah
[hook: t+rock]
i can show you how to pimp (pimp)
show you how to mac (mac)
if she ain’t making no money put her on the track and tell her
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)
i can show you how to stunt (stunt)
show you how to floss (floss)
pop a bottle turn yo baby momma out cause i’mma boss
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)

[verse 2: c+mob]
looking out for dames with my game
i could spot em quick
s+xy brown eyes, and them thighs boy she got em thick
get her on her knees and with ease she can slob a d+ck
i’m about to turn yo main squeeze to my bottom b+tch
c+mob is a monster for money and much of it needs to be made
i gotta get paid
and i’mma go get it as long as there’s people who pay to get laid
it’s not a ridiculous craze
this pimping it pays
a national treasure like nicholas cage
you go get the b+tch who like d+ck in her face
fed up with her man and she’s sick of his ways
you go with some light in the wickedest days
she gon find a man who be tricking his pay
no matter if he even triple her age
she’ll show him her nipples and give him a raise
and after his d+ck has been stiff in her face
she’ll get in his pockets and cripple his wage
then come back to daddy deliver the pay
she bring me so much i can’t give her away
unless you paying
she know better than giving it up for free
and after collecting my money, she always come back and she giving it up to me
f+ck with me
like holding the mac you ain’t holding me back i play to win
grab me a b+tch and i mentally f+ck em
my game is tougher than gator skin
[hook: t+rock]
i can show you how to pimp (pimp)
show you how to mac (mac)
if she ain’t making no money put her on the track and tell her
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)
i can show you how to stunt (stunt)
show you how to floss (floss)
pop a bottle turn yo baby momma out cause i’mma boss
b+tch please (x4)
go get my money (x4)

[verse 3: t+rock]
b+tch i’mma big pimp
i’m mac+ing hoes
pack more nuts than pistachios
known from tourney jazzing holes to some free+type beat down as the holes
she love to f+ck
she love to suck
little ride d+ck
leave a side d+ck
i’m behind it
she’ll type a b+tch
she’ll give it up and i’m robbing it
i’m pimping these b+tches and hoes
i’m getting my money keep it in a roll
if you need a b+tch hit me on the low
i’ll mellow to you with the white and below
you n+ggas chasing these hoes
paying these hoes
better focus on replacing these hoes
and raising these hoes from the first of your phone
bullets they go to the place you call home
[verse 4: selcom+c]
i’m seeing
how any n+gga be taking or tricking or ticking these b+tches wherever they wanna go
everybody better get low
in the wind that boy will be gone
in an instant now check his accounts see where all of his bread went
got me why [i do this?]
trips to houston
n+gga that sh+t been spent
on i
cause i’m the one that they calling the fall guy
so please start the troop
i be there just to catch the beach
and put on some mac and sh+t
he sneeze and straight losing out on this nympho
he treated her poor in a bistro
you’re my kinfolk
one trans on hold

- c mob lyrics

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