Pimpin

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Half a mill in my SS

Rozay, big checks

Nosey niggas be telling thangs, fuck around get hit next

Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday

Rolls Royce on Wednesday your bitch chose to choose me

Money fast I count slow hunnid bands for the outro

Real nigga don't name drop throw it up if you 'bout yours

Every gun that's 60 rounds every month blow 6 pounds

Miami bitch give good head only time I'm sitting down

Fat boy gone stand up real nigga gone man up

Broke nigga still talk cheap 'lil nigga ain't said none

Two bands on my shoes boy I don't know how you move boy

Young nigga still kill free I fuck ???? boy