Pimp God

I’m top-game, check the score
Playin' chess, not checkerboards
You’s a small-fry nigga, struggle rapper — took your whore
I got bitches want me sell they pussy voluntarily (alright)
Might be tryna set me up, them hoes be scarin' me
I got troops, I got flocks, talk this ism to da T (T)
Thinkin' I won’t break your hoe, well, nigga, we gon' see
Hit the scene, lookin' mean, know they gon' be flickin' me
Plus, I bring the aura, DJ gon' be gettin' me
I step out the house lookin' debonair (debonair)
Pop my collar, gettin' dollars anywhere (anywhere)
This lil' freak just hit my line, she tryna bone (gimme dome)
Said she gonna bring her friend, they tryna share (tryna share)
This shit everyday (yup)
With this pimpin', I’m a heavyweight (alright)
Count major money, fuck a bank, I’m Chevy Chase
In the coupe (coupe), pull up on the strip and get the scoop
New potential bodies, might look up and see your boo
Feel like Hov out here, makin' dope funds (dope funds)
Took another nigga bitch, he lost one (your lost one)
This that new dead-presidential flow (feel like Hov)
In Saint Martin sippin' on some top rum (some top rum)
Bitch, I’m Big Mack (Big Mack)
Gator-steppin', linen swag-wrapped (swag)
Make you smack a hoe and count some paper, bag that (bag back)
Still be shinin' through the night-shift (the night-shift)
Take a picture, bet ya hoe, she like this (she like this)
Do that shit
You wanna know some' crazy? Bitch had the nerve to ask me why I had on a jacket
today. Despite that it is a hunid degrees, I told that bitch, «It's because I’m
a cold ass nigga.» True story. I piss out champagne, and I get back to the
money everyday