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