P.I.M.P (Paper In My Pocket)

Lyrics

Nyke Nitti: I done hustled it all 8 ball to a quarter always make the quota Came up around soldiers Crumbs into bricks when I grit it get's shipped 'cross the border Ain't Hova but rocks nations I'm not waitin' See an opportunity open and then your spots taken Money makin' on a daily and it's crazy When your broke they show you love but when you're up they all hatin' Another part of the game I guess so I play it like chess Now my gold piece is full of baguettes Won't rest till my account show a ridiculous amount Multiple streams of revenue means more money to count And the game I renounce cuhz the streets is a myth Have you doing hard time or in the graveyard stiff Got the gift to make somethin' flip for the profit P.I.M.P tryin' to put it in my pocket Wil Guice: I been pimpin' since been pimpin' (Been pimpin') Drippin' way before we were drippin' (Been drippin') I been swimming in all these women Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah) No time for bullshittin' (No bullshit) Too busy countin' these dead men (These dead men) Runnin' up a check is how I do my fitness Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah) Ray Ray Jones: What you know about drop-top ridin' chromes I keep em slidin' Got a bad yellow bone who continues to work her body And me you know I'm working with a million dollar style Not mention im super saucy with a million dollar smile I got some playa partnaz with me if you want me then him me Ain't no sense of hittin' my line if we ain't talkin' bout riches now check it Give you some game if you really bout them dollars Cuhz I'm a Southern ass bona fide break a bitch scholar I promise that I'ma break it down take it to the max And get me a couple dollars out her cuhz it's like that In fact if I don't get it then it's really not me But you don't know a damn thing about this P.I.M.P D.R.I. to the P even before it was slang And I been pushin' Cadillac's before I stepped in this game So mayne give me some dap show a playa some love And I'll be commin' down swangin' with bad bitches and dubs Wil Guice: I been pimpin' since been pimpin' (Been pimpin') Drippin' way before we were drippin' (Been drippin') I been swimming in all these women Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah) No time for bullshittin' (No bullshit) Too busy countin' these dead men (These dead men) Runnin' up a check is how I do my fitness Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah) Mr. Groove: All hail the coming of the ruler Custom with the fit trillion cuts on the Mueller That big body frame so precise when I maneuver Groove is the boss better known as Charlie Hoover Smooth with the script gettin' loose on the strip With the goons or the suits I'm always in my element It's evident my elegance is on another level I'm on a different plain because I never settle See the ghetto I never left just widened my step I soaked up game on new avenues learned the nuance of chess Studied every aspect nigga that's higher learning When you turn 2 into 4 that keeps the fire burnin' When you turn 4 into 8 you're on the path to something great Diversify your portfolio one basket isn't safe I wanna be somebody before somebody kills me Have all eyes on me because I'm rich and filthy (Ya feel me?) Wil Guice: I been pimpin' since been pimpin' (Been pimpin') Drippin' way before we were drippin' (Been drippin') I been swimming in all these women Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah) No time for bullshittin' (No bullshit) Too busy countin' these dead men (These dead men) Runnin' up a check is how I do my fitness Cuhz I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know (Yeah)