CMG (CUSTOM MADE GANGSTAS) - Pimoing & Money lyrics
rate me[talking:]
Yeah yeah, uh-huh uh-huh
Southsi', yeah
[Hook: x2]
Ain't nothing, but pimping and money
Ain't nothing, but pimping and money
Ain't nothing, but pimping and money
On my miiiiind
[Lil' Keke:]
A P-I-M-P, the M-O-N-E the Y
I'm checking this cash, until I die
I'm a mob boss, in cliamition I'm trying to rise
I'm a young superstar, this is not a disguise
Niggaz trash on they mash, but I'm pushing it fast
Cause a bitch purse first, and her fat ass last
I'm bout my paper route never doubt, the bitches I run
And it's airplanes and trains, for Lil' Keke the Don
Half these niggaz in the streets, ain't the gangsta they say
Well C.M.G. is the click, that'll ruin your day
I'm the teflon Don, and my game is lead
Original S.U.C., my niggaz enough said
Mack game solid, rap game solid
Slab game solid, so niggaz don't think about it
Space age spins, on the old school Lac
It's big pimping and money, and ain't nothing but that yeah
[Hook x2]
[Famous:]
It's all about the dollar, all about getting the cash
While other niggaz playing, I hustle and get it fast
Ain't no time to be wasting, paper I'ma chase it
Mashing for my cash, with no pauses or hesitation
A lot of niggaz claiming, they pimping well let me see
Get her husband checked cash that check, then bring that check to me
See I know she down for me, ready to clown for me
Got licks out of state, she driving out of town for me
Drive off and pick up's, she gon make my rounds for me
And when I pimp my pen, she check out how it sound for me
When her husband leave the house, I go and get my head blown
She know I'm connected, know how I get my bread on
But if she get upset, and try to turn the FED's on
Don't want a headstone, plus I got her head gone
The game in overtime, and Famous in a red zone
C.M.G. 'nuff said, straight pimping going on huh
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3:]
I keep my mind occupied in zone, for paper and pimp shit
You can catch a track, but I prefer you jack a limp dick
By any means the young gon get it, you feel what I'm saying though
Want work scared to hustle, fuck getting your ass hoe
Rather be on the block, fucking for free and shit
Work spinning contagious niggaz, I just don't fuck with
The game warrant got it on lock, from Oregon to Orlando
Take me out, is like Bush being escorted without gas hoe
My forty low as the can, to your trash bin
I have a achie and scratching your residence, for your ends
I teach frauds now perfect credit, I mean that
That's the feddy and a egg, call her February and gum tacks
Bitch you ready to ride on my side, your stress I must confess
Nigga better out a vest on your mouthpiece, cause mine's is at it's best
Low on enough said, Entertainment is my click
The game sold never told, nigga ain't buying this shit
[Hook x4]
[talking:]
C.M.G. enough said, big pimping
Get your money man
