Lil Wayne – Cash Money Millionaires Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Cash Money Millionaires Lyrics
Cash Money Millionaires
Lil Wayne
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    "Cash Money Millionaires." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Tha Carter - Screwed & Chopped
    Track No: 04
    I keep pimpin'
    I keep pimpin'

    I keep I, I keep pimpin'
    I, I, I keep pimpin'

    I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front
    One cookin' the crack, one rollin' the blunt
    You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
    If you lookin' for that, holla at ya boy
    I'm a m-m-mack mack
    A p-p-pimp
    I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
    I pull up clean
    I get out limp
    I walk like li-li-li-limp
    I talk like bi, b-bitch get here
    Best player on my team when I ball women cheer
    And they love the way I dumb out with the gear
    This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
    So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year
    If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here

    And that ain't fair, but I don't care
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)

    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    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

    I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe
    She gon' bring back more, not a minute go she ain't gettin' that loot
    And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin' at you
    I like 'em sexy, high, yellow if you fittin' thats you
    Ooh boo you can come and get in that Coupe
    Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
    Fly wit' Birdman Jr. wave high to planes
    Say bye to lames don't buy they game
    If he ain't score in the first half, bench his ass

    If you play wit' my money I'ma lynch ya ass
    I John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, OH!
    Wipe me down cause I'm filthy rich
    If gettin' money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch
    And that ain't fair, but I don't care
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

    I sit' low in the car sit high in the truck
    Lay at the front of the plane lay in the back of the bus
    I got ladies for days, got women for months
    Leave ya girl at home on May 21
    I got that thang on chrome blade 21

    Got them thangs inside, make me empty one
    Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
    Like "What's good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me"
    My diamonds sing, my weed is rap
    Call me Weezy the king or call me Weezy 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 shorty take that back
    Cause you gon' walk all day til you make that back

    And that ain't fair, but I don't care
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
    Yeah

    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'
    Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch)
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    Who you think you fuckin' wit'...
    What's really good mami?
    It's ya boy W-a-e-z-y F, baby
    So high in the sky I'm so fly
    Watch out for the power lines ya know
    Get wit' me, one
    Pimp Daddy!
    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, yeah
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah
    I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah

    Writer(s): Byron Thomas & D. Carter.

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