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I bang the whip in the parkin' lot
Step out sparklin' a medallion as I listen to the club hop
Step in the spot, head noddin', countin' big faces
Now I'm plottin' how to get the freaks out the silk laces

Ok, my formula right, two parts of the cognac
One part shine of the ice
Fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak
Or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets

Game stay tight, spending money ain't a thing
'Cause we recoup when the track let loose
Hey yo, what ya'll want, you better bow to the mack
The playa, club predator, etc

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

I'm pimpin' through the crowd, I'm off to the spot
Where the balas and G's congregate when they pop collars
Look baby girl, you know my money is made
Can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade?

Apologize when you know it's a playa
Baby, you can hate the game, but you know it don't change
See it's like this we keep it on lock
And got it made, as we step in wife beaters and French braids

Get with this, 'cause we immaculate
We bang hits, money stacking it
Pop that Cris, pour me a glass
To get her drunk and make her give me the ass, holla back

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers

Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit

Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit, dig that
I bang the whip in the parkin' lot   Step out sparklin' a medallion as I listen to the club hop   Step in the spot, head noddin', countin' big faces   Now I'm plottin' how to get the freaks out the silk laces      Ok, my formula right, two parts of the cognac   One part shine of the ice   Fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak   Or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets      Game stay tight, spending money ain't a thing   'Cause we recoup when the track let loose   Hey yo, what ya'll want, you better bow to the mack   The playa, club predator, etc      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      I'm pimpin' through the crowd, I'm off to the spot   Where the balas and G's congregate when they pop collars   Look baby girl, you know my money is made   Can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade?      Apologize when you know it's a playa   Baby, you can hate the game, but you know it don't change   See it's like this we keep it on lock   And got it made, as we step in wife beaters and French braids      Get with this, 'cause we immaculate   We bang hits, money stacking it   Pop that Cris, pour me a glass   To get her drunk and make her give me the ass, holla back      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down   Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around   Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall   Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers      Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down   Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around   Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall   Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit      Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof   Whoop, whoop, till your money is made   From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp   Playa, hustla type shit, dig that