Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, Pimp C - I Got lyrics
[Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, Pimp C - I Got lyrics]
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do something
GET THE FUG UP!
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I'm ridin tall on 24's
Spittin game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black
Make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white
Inside leather white on white
Chiefin, drankin up all night
Ballin out yeah that's the life
Ladies wanna ROLL with me
Blow a bag of 'DRO with me
Party to the crack of dawn
When I'm down in YO' city
I'm all about this pimpin
When it comes to wo-men
Get some head while drive mayne
Oh what a feelin'!
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Here I am here I am so fresh, so so clayn
Off in the club
Aww shit I see I blew the ho's brain
Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang
Clean as a dollar
Off in my black on black Impala
The Don Dada, is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say
I'm the king of Memphis, tennessee
Rap, is a wrap
Haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I
Been hard since first mixtape
Face get your G's up, way way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my
Daddy restes in heaven
But on another note I'm so
Stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby
I'm clayn clayn
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Ay let me tell you niggas somethin
Let me tell you somethin nigga
Beat changes to a piano loop
That paper is like trash nigga
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
That paper is like trash nigga
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
Throw that shit out
(throw that shit out) - YESSIR
Throw that shit out (throw that shit out)
We got - big rims, big cars, big guap
Ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin rich, gettin it
Livin large sellin white, sellin pills
Sellin crystal meth meth sellin D's
Sellin speed 'til there's nothin left left
Fresh clothes, pullin hoes, get my roll on
(roll on)
Phone ringin off the hook, bitch hold on
(hold on) i got a brand new woofer
Put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip
And get chose on
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
Bitch I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes
I got money, got clothes
I got whips, I got hoes