#1 Stunna (Instrumental) - Cash Money Millionaires

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