Ah yeah, what's happening, mami
How ya doin' baby
Oh you lookin kinda good and everything
I see you with those stilettos babyAh, check this out, you ain't got time to talk to me?
Ay, let me put the bug in your ear baby
Won't you turn those flow-shoes
Into your hoe shoes, ya dig?Yeah check this out
This universe fine as your royal highness
You know what, I can do a whole lotta things for you
Guess why? Cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimpLike me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you little?Like me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you?The good man in me say get money and stay on the path
But the pimp shit in me say yo keep looking for ass
But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold
A little city in water when you shake it, it snowI told her, Never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes
Better wait till you're grown, when he love you, you'll know
Everybody's got a dream, I hope and wish to own a six times two
Chill in the whip, a fantasy, a bone to pickRevenge to get, against who, I don't know, to one who said you won't blow
You won't eat, you want cake, their mistake
Blamin me for their failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored, single breasted
A lint brush is senseless, some pimp shitA woman hates a man and stay with him for many years
Tell him she loves then be jealous of him
Now lame is how the ghetto judge him cause he still with her
She take his cash and give it to some other real niggerLike me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you little?Like me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you?Aye, pimpin bein goin on, man, for eons and eons, man
Since the beginnin of time, you know what I mean?
The only thing I need to do is get on the grind and get mine
So, only thing I gotta tell you, man is now do what you gotta do, man
Bring my money back, get on that track, get on your backI heard them say the NBA is a bunch of million dollar slaves
Or Portier wasnt real back in the days, the point I make is
Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly take is lets just say
More than collectively all of his players, thats business not really pimp shitMaybe its it but similar to when we rappers make big hits
And not own the masters, thats the deal
By the way, Portier helps all the Denzels excel
He kept the motto real but Hollywood could turn a girl outI knew a girl bout 59 so fine, she could [Incomprehensible]
She was sleek, chic with a classic mouth
Movie directors always fucked her on the casting couch
She came out with a blockbusterCant knock a hustler, she not a hooker, she focused
A hopeless soul on a lonely road
I showed her all my stones and gold
I said, Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a niggaLike me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you little?Like me, hustlin' and grindin baby
I be stayin' on that paper chase
In this life there's pimp's and hoe's
Tell me which one are you, you?