I just be, I just be aye
I just be, I just be aye
I just be, yeah
Young nigga straight outta Mechelen
Uh
I just be pimpin' and mackin' it
Pull up on her like what's happening
Dripping in all this designer wear
Shit you ain't never seen anywhere
Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her
If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her
Aslong as she bring me back all the paper
Kiss on her head and its all OK, love
Lately I just can't feel anything
This world got no sense of realism
Lost my emotional mechanism
I think I'm way too deep in the ISM
Big pimpin' H to the Izzo
Watch how I spazz on them for no reason
I do the dash they live in my rearview
These niggas watching all of my moves
Watching all of my moves
Bringhim he steady be on the news
Steady be on the loose
Ain't no more hanging, man fuck a noose
This for my dogs, fuck a leash
Gift from the Gods I ain't like y'all
I just be
Pimpin' and mackin' I need the back end, OK
No reenacting, came through the backdoor, OK
Nothing but net ain't none but a stack but I need
All of my racks in, uhu
I just be
I just be pimpin' and mackin' it
Pull up on her like what's happening
Dripping in all this designer wear
Shit you ain't never seen anywhere
Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her
If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her
Aslong as she bring me back all the paper
Kiss on her head and its all OK, love
I got the beads and seeds
Finesse me is what you won't do, mami
Stress me out you on the curb by Wednesday
Its Friday
Yeah little bitch I want it my way
High yellow bitch want it her way
But I am not with the hearsay
Jugging this
Killing that
I been getting money since I was a little adolescent
Now a nigga climbing up the ladder that's it
All this shit my momma told me should've listened
You can see the spark in my eyes
Don't tell me lies, aye
Like you don't do menage
This a gangsta party
Drinks on the guys, aye
Heeeya, heeeya, big flexer
Money for days ah
Heeeya, heeeya
Billing on me
Ask about me, I just be
Pimpin' and mackin' it
Pull up on her like what's happening
Dripping in all this designer wear
Shit you ain't never seen anywhere
Dow Jones paper I'm trying to make her
If she ain't a star I ain't trying to make her
Aslong as she bring me back all the paper
Kiss on her head and its all OK, love