Cash Money Millionaires Songtext

[Lil Wayne] 

Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin

[Verse 1] 

I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front 

One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt 

I’m getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad 

If you lookin for that holla at ya boy 

I’m a ma ma mack mack 

A pi pi pimp 

I spi spi spi spit out shrimp 

I pull out clean 

I get out limp 

I walk like li li li limp 

I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi 

The best player on my team when i ball women cheer 

And they love the way i come out with the gear 

This jacket theese shoes don’t come out this year 

So if you love your girl don’t let her come out this year 

Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here 

And that ain’t fair and i don’t care 

I’m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x] 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

I’m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 2] 

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe 

She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain’t getin that loot 

And if you ain’t got no money she ain’t getin at you 

I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you 

Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop 

Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne 

Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes 

Say bye to lames don’t but they game 

If he don’t score in the first half bench his ass 

If you play wit my money i’ma lynch ya ass 

Like john lynch and shit don’t tempt me bitch 

Wipe me down cuz i’m filthy rich 

If getin money a crime then i’m guilty bitch 

And that ain’t fair but i don’t care i’m a mothafuckin cash money millionaire 

[Chorus 2x] 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

I’m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Verse 3] 

Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck 

Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus 

I got ladies for days i got women for months 

Leave ya girl at home i made 21 

I got that thang on chrome blades 21 

I got them thang inside make me empty one 

Pull it over to the side by a preety one 

Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me 

My diamonds bling my weed is rap 

Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack 

If pimpin is dead then i’m bringin it back 

Matter of fact it never died so i take that back 

If your shoes too small shawty take that back 

Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back 

And that ain’t fair but i don’t care i’m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

[Chorus 2x] 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

Who you think you fuckin wit 

I’m a motherfuckin cash money millionaire

Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i’m so fly watch out for 

The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy

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