| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' | 
| Where the ones? | 
| Keep ‘em comin' | 
| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring | 
| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues | 
| Just give ‘em the blues | 
| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing | 
| This pimp shit, keep it going | 
| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing | 
| These bitches, we be on ‘em | 
| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose | 
| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues | 
| Sittin' on a nigga, flockin' on a nigga | 
| Rocking chair, yeah, rockin' on a nigga | 
| Pullin' up, skrt skrt’n on a nigga | 
| See your bitch and I’m flirtin' with her, nigga, yeah | 
| Google my name, ha, see what they say | 
| Been giving ‘em blues, Burger King, you get it your way | 
| These fuck niggas always ask about me | 
| Same ones that be talkin' ‘bout me | 
| Can’t tell if he ass kissin', if he dick suckin' or just money countin' | 
| Money flowin' like a water fountain | 
| Sticky icky got the money pilin' | 
| Coulda hit, my nigga wrist drownin' | 
| But sittin' on a nigga thousand island | 
| Fuck nigga sayin' my name, ones with no game | 
| Mad, you lit the whore, huh | 
| ‘Cause I’m with two extra whores, Porsche with the two extra doors | 
| Extra bullets and shells—who you gon' tell we got in the door? | 
| Be giving ‘em blues, they want an encore | 
| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' | 
| Where the ones? | 
| Keep ‘em comin' | 
| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring | 
| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues | 
| Just give ‘em the blues | 
| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing | 
| This pimp shit, keep it going | 
| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing | 
| These bitches, we be on ‘em | 
| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose | 
| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues | 
| Yeah, I need all huneds with the blue strips, got ‘em feeling some type of way | 
| His main bitch steady choosing up when she see some real niggas come her way | 
| I’m in the strip club steady tippin' her; | 
| ass fat, I can’t get enough | 
| Kick her out once I get a nut; | 
| savage mode, I don’t give a fuck | 
| East Oakland, yeah, that’s what I’m reppin' nigga—these dudes ain’t bout it | 
| bout it | 
| Pullin' up in that old school; | 
| gonna run up on me, man, I highly doubt it | 
| Shorty always tryna spend the night; | 
| phone off, give me space, hoe | 
| I’m in the air like a real player, make her do whatever I say so | 
| I need the whip and chains like Django; | 
| Fabby scooped me in that Range Rover | 
| Free the bitch, I’m never cuffin' it; | 
| I can show you niggas how the game goes | 
| Town Business if you ain’t know, no time for a lame hoe | 
| Only focus on the bankroll, going places that they can’t go | 
| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin' | 
| Where the ones? | 
| Keep ‘em comin' | 
| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring | 
| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues | 
| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues | 
| I’m pimpin', she’s hoeing | 
| Great girls, yeah, it’s snowing | 
| Good weed I’m blowing | 
| Smoke too much, now I’m zoning | 
| Fuck too much when I’m boning | 
| Bust a nut, now she own it | 
| Bitch, you want this long dick? | 
| Well, that’s what you gon' get | 
| All that money, I’m taking it | 
| Can’t fuck with me, you ain’t make this shit | 
| ‘Cause meaningful relationships are like aliens and spaceships | 
| Is it real? | 
| I’m so sincere | 
| Ain’t no women, just hoes in here | 
| We don’t want the good girls out there | 
| Ask a player, we don’t care | 
| It’s like last week, ask Ashley | 
| I don’t let nothin' get past me | 
| Twerkin' all day in them ass cheeks | 
| You a stripper? | 
| Don’t flash me | 
| ‘Cause my pimpin', it never ends | 
| New girls, we break ‘em in | 
| Little homies, we make ‘em pimps | 
| Then they pull up in a brand new Benz | 
| BITCH! | 
| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing | 
| This pimp shit, keep it going | 
| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing | 
| These bitches, we be on ‘em | 
| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose | 
| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |