| It’s such an incredible feeling | 
| In this past year I done made a few million | 
| I tried to hide it, but ain’t no concealing | 
| Stacking my paper, up to the ceiling | 
| (I pimp) pimping since pimping been pimping | 
| Macking since macking been macking | 
| Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen (I pimp) | 
| Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen | 
| Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen | 
| Slim having major change man, and it ain’t no secret | 
| With them diamonds chains and rings, it ain’t hard to peep it You can catch me in the shopping mall, rediculous bash | 
| Check my restroom trash, all I do is pop tags (pop tags) | 
| And drop rags off of show room floors | 
| Fa sho, I change loads like ho’s change clothes | 
| The whole industry knows, how we roll down in texas | 
| Phantom Rolls on 24s, rose gold diamond necklace | 
| Slim shows and tell, so these ho’s know me well | 
| I been closing candy doors since Pac was in jail | 
| Hell, I can’t complain it’s a beautiful feeling | 
| From being broke on ya ass to having cash to the ceiling | 
| I was a mill plus before this record deal stuff | 
| You niggaz talking but we walking shit, for real wit us They think we country and ain’t up on game | 
| Until they see them different colors in the Boss Hogg chain | 
| Or the blue spray Bentley valeted outside of the club | 
| Is that 50 or Jay-Z? | 
| naw baby it’s Thug | 
| And I ain’t playing in no league, or on teams with Steve | 
| I ain’t get this from no settlement that I didn’t receive | 
| Please believe, the world ain’t seen too many me’s | 
| I don’t think the lord created a lot of these G’s | 
| Cause these days I just sit back enjoying the feeling | 
| I was broke on my ass now my cash to the ceiling | 
| Pimping ain’t dead! | 
| these ho’s just scared! | 
| You see it everywhere, but it starts in ya head | 
| Next comes the bread, shit’s sweet like Jiffy | 
| Used to do beats for a G, but now a nigga get fifty | 
| It’s my time to shine, hard times behind me (bling!) | 
| Forty gold and platinum plaques! | 
| and still climbing | 
| And if I lose money, then the paper come find me Said I was through with rapping, till Sho Nuff signed me Thank God for the change, cause errbody ain’t able | 
| Made a mill slanging beats, that’s not including my label | 
| Jazze Pha, Sho Nuff, every crib with some cable | 
| I got a dollar worth of dimes in my stable |