I bang the whip in the parking lot
Step out sparklin a medallion as I listen to the club hop
Step in the spot head noddin, counting big faces
Now IM plotting how to get the freaks out the silk laces
OK, my formula right, two parts of the Congnac, one part shine of the ice
Fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak
Or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets
Game stay tight, spending money ain't a thing cause we recoup when the track let loose
Hey yo what yall want, you better bow to the mack, the playa, club predator, etc

Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE
FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S
WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit

I'm pimpin through the crowd, I'm off to the spot
Where the ballas and g's congregate when they pop collars
Look baby girl, you know my money is made
Can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade?
Apologize when you know its a playa
Baby you can hate the game, but you know it don't change
See its like this
We keep it on lock, and got it made
As we step in wife beaters and French braids
Get with this, cause we immaculate, we bang hits
Money stacking it, pop that Cris, pour me a glass to get her drunk
And make her give me the ass, holla back

Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE
FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S
WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit

Lets get the club up, show em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standing around
Lets get the club up, get em from wall to wall 'til my fellas get money
'til the ladies drop drawers

Keep pimpin through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop whoop, 'TIL YOUR MONEY IS MADE
FROM MY G'S TO THE BALLAS AND BALLAS UP TO THE G'S
WE ON PIMP, playa, hustla type shit