(Intro)

Hold up

Smoke something, bitch

With Tray Martin, know what I'm talkin bout?

Yea, know what I'm talkin bout?

I'm joy, we talkin bout hey man

Do thighs come with that shake?

Do green guys come with them thighs

Shit! pimpin, Tommy loose, OC
(Hook x2)

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper

Them thighs come with that shake

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake
(Verse)

Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, they run right round

You know that C Pimp close and Bun not done

I be at it and on it

Don't start no fetic, I want it

When I want it I get it

So get to hoppin up on it

Ain't no stopping, no frontin

This certified and official

When I see you lickin yo lips you wanna blow on my whistle

But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie

They say that pimpin ain't easy

Man it is if you be me

I see a new one every day

And they think because they jazzy and they carefree they gon talk me out my pay

Get your paper, see my game is just a little bit tighter

Pay for pussy, that's alright

I grab the smoke so pass the lighter
(Hook x2)

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper

Them thighs come with that shake

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake
(Verse)

Mane you know I get the first night, get em like the first date

But I got a question for you

Them thighs come with that shake?

You want papato sea food

Well you gon have to eat boo

Only in my front car you gon be a porn star


I know what's going through your head

If I get em like ahead

I might get a slice of bread for just a minute

I get cash in duffle bags, 'cause I don't see the cake

Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake

Drop it then I gotta go

Like Pimp I'm on that purple flow

Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow

Round town, a bad chick, she's tryna track me down

Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the bake
(Hook x2)

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper

Them thighs come with that shake

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake
(Verse)

Shit, now all the trickin you should stop it

Money been the topic

While she digging in yo pockets I be pluggin on her socket

All off in yo crib, feet up on yo shit

Instead of breakin off a hoe you out here lovin a bitch

When I give this pimpin bitch steel toe

Bring yo hoe

The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could be for

Live for, all off in yo big fold to make her heavy

She shake you off, I break it off cuz you bring it back to daddy

Don't be mad at me

Cuz yo hoe done chose

I was out here on the stroll

She got down like she's supposed

I put on some clothes

As a baby's on her mama

'Cus thighs come with that shake and green on the side
(Hook x2)

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper

Them thighs come with that shake

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake