I Got

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul & Juicy J] Three 6 Mafia, put your money where your mouth is boy If you really wanna do somethin' (Shut the fuck up) [Chorus: Pimp C] Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes [Verse 1: Juicy J] 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 Car whole 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 drivin', mayne, oh what a feelin' [Chorus: Pimp C] Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Here I am so fresh, so, so clean Off in the club, aww shit I see I blew the ho's brain Befo' I came, I say I blew a whole thang 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 mixtape Face get your G's up, way, way up to my level Higher than the clouds where my daddy restes in heaven But on another note I'm so stylish I changed the name I surpassed clean, like a baby, I'm clean, clean [Chorus: Pimp C] Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes [Interlude] Ay let me tell you niggas somethin' Let me tell you somethin' nigga [Bridge: Juicy J] That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out) Throw that shit out (throw that shit out), throw that shit out (throw that shit out) That paper is like trash nigga, throw that shit out (throw that shit out) Throw that shit out (throw that shit out), throw that shit out (throw that shit out) [Verse 3: Juicy J] 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 [Chorus: Pimp C] Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes Bitch I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes I got money, I got clothes I got whips, I got hoes