What means the world to me   Snappin' bras, menage à trois   What means the world to me   Smokin' hash, slappin' ass   What means the world to me   Breakin' laws, racin' cars   What means the world to me   Makin' bail, ATL      What mean the world to me   When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's   Stop comin' to my crib with your period   Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know   I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak   I like when her man find out when the court came mouse   Laugh when he went for me; I tell him   Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife   But do me a favor, dog   Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer   Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled   In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle   Listen you would too, if you knew   What this game would do to you   Been in this shit, two years Boo   Look at all the bullshit I been through   So-called beef with you know who (who?)   But I got max gats   Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, ow, ow      Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world   Ludacris and a couple of girls   You find a brotha runnin' up in the girls   I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin' the girls   Ding-a-ling face huggin' the girls   I get late - think I'm up with the girls?   Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party   Bacardi - motions, rub lotion all over your body   What means the world to me?   A little head preferrably, so I express this verbally   And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair   Cause I keep it nappy, I'm happy   And I got my world and ball   That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol   A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities   I set it out after shows and the club is comin' with me   I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high   And it really mean the world to me   If I live my life, stay black and die      Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo   What mean the world to me?   Gettin' money, fuckin' girls for free   On the corner hustlin' from twelve to three   Cook coke, make twelve from three   Bottle up, it'll see for three   Two for five, sound well to me   My coke so good have them fiends outside   Online from twelve to three   And everything'll stop in the winter   When I cop in the winter   Come to your block in a drop in the winter   Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter   Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh   Post on your block with the glock (???)      What mean the world to you?   Breakin' laws, racin' cars (HO)   What mean the world to you?   My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW)   What mean the world to you?   Shoppin' sprees in a Prada shop (HO)   What means the world to you?   Ladies? (HO)   Fellas? (OW)   (HO) (OW) (HO) (OW) (HO) (OW)      Uhh, what mean the world to pimp?   My paper, steak and shrimp   My bitches on the track   For they daddy, bringin' it back   Pussy is still the best thing goin'   I got a ho like Jesse Owens   I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin'   Sellin' D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n   Comin' through, sittin' low, in the C-F-I double-oh   Platinum with the twenty inches   Instrument to get the bitches   Comin' down, prancin' round   Gettin' my dick sucked in every town   Sweet Jones, fuck the clone   Rippin' wood, in the Brougham   Bitch I got some game to sell   And money only make my dick swell   Hold up, bitch, Sweet Jones      Man, now what mean the world to me?   Well, to me man, the world is mean   Cause a - mean world is the only world   That a mean man like me just care for seein'   Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak   The average Bun B Texas loc'   The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine   Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic   Bless the scene, look for the dyke   I get a letter and know that we better   Hit the hotel, do what I like   What's that? Find a fresh one take it in   Strip it, flip it, break it in   My pimp game is rock solid   There's no way for you to bring fakin' in   Now we makin' men, outta boys, or makin' boys wormy   Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts   And when they go off they make a lotta noise   And I can't think of no prouder joys   Than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit   That's what the world mean to me, man   Tell me what the world mean to you, huh   That's what the world mean to me, man   Tell me what the world mean to you, huh      I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter   Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer   With the diamond bangles   Like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle   And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya   I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation   And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin'   When it comes to the figures   I'm way way worse than them hustlin' niggas   With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion   The Bentley and the keys to the boat   I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat   I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggas can't you tell   I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle      What means the world to me?   Breakin' laws, racin' cars   What mean the world to Pimp?   Marble floors, platinum beds   What means the world to you?   Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread   What means the world to you?   Ladies? (HO)   Fellas? (OW)