Pimp C 3000

[Intro] [Starlito] Ay man, you remember me from school? [Don Trip] Nah, not really, but you keep smiling like a clown Facial expression looking silly [Starlito] I know I ain't a pimp but I remember what pimp taught me [Verse 1] [Don Trip] Okay, my plug call and hang up, I know what that mean Give him 'bout twenty minutes We'll rendezvous and he'll hit me off with them things I play wholesale, I'm not breaking down, I got no use for no bean But we wide open, my spot rollin' like a yo-yo with no string Check my calendar, I never fall off, just winter, summer, and spring God damn right, I ride dirty but I'm zest fully clean Now that fast money, I'm married to her but I've yet to give her a ring You can try me, I got the same guns as the U.S. Navy and Marines I go blap blap, you go nap nap, fuck nigga sweet dreams That serve you right, for sleepin' on me while I wake up to your queen And I'm gon' kick her out cause she speak, don't say shit 'less it's about cheese Let's talk money, I learned to count before I could read [Starlito] Really, I'm illiterate, if it ain't about no dividends I be switching from my bitches, might not never know what whip I'm in Get to sipping, reminiscing, back when I was just a middle man I'm a boss, I pay bills, taxes, tithes, and attention, jail visits They hear this, they like who the hell is it At the car wash with Lil Tink and they only sell 50's 10 racks from my show, travel 1250 Sneak my tre 8 in the club, I'mma take my shells with me My young niggas they love this shit, OG's too Real recognize real, we ain't never seen you Catch me at the bank going through withdrawals like that lean do Riding dirty, clean coupe, never heard him saying he-ain't-shoot I might be the smartest, stupid nigga you know Fuck around, rock Gucci head to toe Hope they don't scoop me 'fore I blow up How many artists you know that got done shootin' at their own show They ain't have no proof, once I leave this booth, man, I don't know [Hook x2: Starlito (and Don Trip)] If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying (Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes) [Verse 2] [Don Trip] I'm rollin' Seville's, gripping my steel With a bad bitch in my lap with so much slob she need a bill And she don't have no problem popping that pussy like a pill Trying to turn her to your wife's like trying to reinvent the wheel I'm just getting it how I live, I ain't worried about none of these hoes I got a chopper in the back and a 40 in my lap and I ride on these niggas like vogues That beef shit'll get outta control, I gun you down and hop back on the road It's just me and all my folks, we coming up slamming Cadillac doors [Starlito] I'm out late cause ain't enough darkness in the nighttime One day you're here and then you're gone, I spent some nights crying Writing rhymes - ten times out of nine, if I'm lying Well nevermind, I ain't lying, all my niggas took they time They gave my nigga Dot a quarter he got fifteen I wish that we could raise our hemis and just sip lean My life real you could ask hustleman, I ain't no liar Trash Bag Gang, bitch, we set the streets on fire [Don Trip] Step Brothers 'bout to be a household name, gotta love that shit Weather man telling us it ain't gon' rain, but I still flood my strip I move blocks up and down my block, non stop, around the clock Sold dope, in the street like we tying rope, look at all these knots Riding dirty and dodging cops, life sucks like lollipops On the road to riches, no time to stop and my whip look like a autobot Fly enough to hijack a plane, after take off, private landing Damn right I look down on you nigga, I'm just trying to get an understanding [Starlito] Tell your woman she come in handy Just know I'm coming, running, dumping, gun in hand Yea, if it come to family I'm high as fuck, don't give a fuck coming down in something candy Smoke an eye for an eye, keep the lean on my cup to the point I almost won a grammy I typed a text to the girl I used to see Said I'm running from the police and I'm right here by your street I jumped out threw my strap, ran, need a new phone Man, the laws just won't leave me alone [Hook x2: Starlito (and Don Trip)] If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying (Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes) (From Virginia...where ain't shit to do but cook)