| When I got my pimpsuit on bitch step back a minute |
| Pimpin ain’t easy but I’m never gone quit it |
| Bitch get out there and work your biscuit |
| Bring home my fuckin' money and some breakfast with it |
| If he got cash bitch let swamp thing hit it |
| If he want ass bitch let him balls deep in it |
| And if somebody waitin' in line you ain’t finished |
| Cause pussy needs money even dried and diminished, bitch |
| (Sawed Off) |
| Thuggin threw the hood in my new pimpsuit |
| Huntin down these hoes to try and claim my loot |
| Known as the magician with a gang of tricks |
| That be poppin' his collar while you be flappin' your lips |
| Keep talking shit man I’ll pull your bitch |
| Man, I’m heartless and shameless |
| Quit actin' like you don’t know where the game is |
| Pull out the sawed off and make your mans heart stop |
| Tell him you rollin' with a pimp so back off, biatch |
| All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| (Full Clip) |
| Oh no, my pimpsuit bout to debut |
| When I pop my lapel bitches gotta change in sassoons |
| From the drip watch my dirty dip |
| Famous, iced out from knuckles to tip |
| All this non-since feed me some gators |
| My toes be laced with pre-historic raptors |
| But hold up hoe you better think twice |
| Cause this desert eagle will fit in your face nice |
| (Lil' Shank) |
| I pimp through life perp and crush the law |
| Over coat all Mink till the muthafuckin' floor |
| Pimp slap back hand Rolex on wrist |
| With so many diamonds shinin' that I’ma knock your bitch |
| Pimpin' don’t be mad be about your skrill and get your feel |
| Of the finer things in life you acquire for pimpin' skills |
| You can put that hoe to work it don’t matter how friendly she is |
| You turn that hooker out into a franchise business |
| All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| (Cell Block) |
| My pimpsuit is always clean |
| Know dat, I ate style chipped and dipped with money green |
| 7 hoes in my stable to stack my paper in shit |
| And some old ass them bitches on the strip |
| My pimp hand is strong and my game is on point |
| Got your woman on my dick after rollin one joint |
| I walk around with no less then four hoes |
| I be the ghetto Hugh Heffner in the streets I suppose, bitch |
| (Converse) |
| I’m lookin' too cute in my pimpsuit |
| It’s the Michael Jackson glitter boy with the matchin' boots |
| Can you feel it hoes that get my money never steal it |
| Cause my pimp suits are as shiny like the sun once I reveal it |
| It’s better if then you tuxedo with matchin' Speedo’s |
| My pimpsuit all day pays in torpedoes |
| So run tell your mama that the grass is greener |
| And get my pimpsuit fresh right up out the cleaners |
| All the hookers be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the thugs be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the Rydas be lovin' my, pimpsuit |
| All the bitches be lovin' my, pimpsuit |