Three 6 Mafia Feat. Pimp C & Project Pat - I Got lyrics

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Three 6 Mafia

Put your money where your mouth is boy

If you really wanna do somethin’

Get the fuck up

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I'm ridin’ tall on 24's, spittin’ game out to the hoes

With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost

My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white

Chiefin’, drankin’ up all night, ballin’ out, yeah that's the life

Ladies wanna roll with me, blow a bag of dro with me

Party to the crack of dawn, when I'm down in yo' city

I'm all about this pimpin’, when it comes to women

Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin’

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Here I am, here I am so fresh, so, so clean

Off in the club, aw shit, I see I blew the hoe's brain

Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thing

Clean as a dollar off in my black on black Impala

The Don Dada is what they call me overseas

But over here I should say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee

Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape

What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tape

Face get your G's up, way, way up to my level

Higher than the clouds where my daddy rests in Heaven

But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name

I surpassed clean, like a baby I'm clean, clean

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Ay let me tell you niggaz somethin’

Let me tell you somethin’ nigga

That paper is like trash, nigga

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out

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That paper is like trash nigga

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out

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We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars

In the hood, gettin’ rich, gettin’ it, livin’ large

Sellin’ white, sellin’ pills, sellin’ crystal meth, meth

Sellin’ D's, sellin’ speed 'til there's nothin’ left, left

Fresh clothes, pullin’ hoes, get my roll on, roll on

Phone ringin’ off the hook, bitch hold on, hold on

I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on

So I can hit the club, strip and get chose on

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I got money, I got clothes

I got whips, hold up, I got hoes