My Pimpin

Yeah Pablooo I'm fina ride on this bitch She Diggin my pimpin (My pimpin) She heard I'm known to go get it (Go get it) If it's bout money im wit it (I'm wit it) Jus a regular come out the trenches She know I'm jus built A lil different (Jus built a lil different) Stay by myself cant f*ck wit To many (To many) Every gun I toot got a titty (Got a titty) Trappin these bags from city to city (To city) Young nigga straight bout my cake (My cake) Countin all blues I stay at the bank (The bank) Hitting home-runs like I'm Hank (I'm Hank) Doing the shit that These lil niggas cant (They cant) I'm really him But you aint (You aint) Gas bags for the low An they stank (They stank) Lil nigga I'm up and rank (Rank) Team full of shooters An they got good aim (Good aim) I hop on tha beat An I ride it (I ride it) She hop on my dick An she ride it (Ride it) Think we together Na baby we vibing (Oh no) My nigga caught ten He stayed quiet He silent (He silent) Fly as a plane I'm the pilot (Pilot) I mean wavy as a ship I'm the captain (I'm the captain) Got 100k on the floor How it happen (How it happen) Sorry momma I cant lie even lie I been trapping (Been trapping) Gettin to the money I steady be stunting That shit dont mean Nothing to me (Nothin to me) I come up from nothing I'm strapped wit a hundred She everything I want her to be Hustlin from Sunday to Sunday On the roading I been running (Running) Sticking together You would think it was honey Tell me you love me Girl that don't mean nothing I'm all her stomach Can feel that you cumin She Diggin my pimpin (My pimpin) She heard I'm known to go get it (Go get it) If it's bout money I'm wit it (Im wit it) Jus a regular come out the trenches She know I'm jus built A lil different (Jus built a lil different) Stay by myself cant f*ck wit To many (To many) Every gun I toot got a titty (Got a titty) Trappin des bags from city to city (To city) Young nigga straight bout my cake (My cake) Countin all blues I stay at tha bank (Tha bank) Hitting home-runs like I'm Hank (I'm Hank) Doing the shit that These lil niggas cant (They cant) I'm really him But you aint (You aint) Gas bags for the low An they stank (They stank) Lil nigga im up n rank (Rank) Team full of shooters An they got good aim (Good aim) Countin all blues I stay at the bank Hittin homeruns like I'm Hank Doing the shit That these lil niggas can't I'm really him but you aint Gas bags for the low An they stank Lil nigga I'm up in rank Team full of shooters An they got good aim