Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick) 

Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! 



[Chorus: x4] 

Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp 

Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick 

You'z a trick (You'z a trick) 



[Lil' Flip] 

Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad 

I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash 

poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big 

clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig 

we thirty deep at the club we all iced out 

Clover G's party until they cut the lights off 

drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy 

VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy 

on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy 

when we get in town look at the line in the front boy 

now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right 

and half of my crew already got three stripes 

ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better 

that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar 

I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel 

if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever 



[Chorus] 



[Lil' Flip] 

Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now 

grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now 

don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it 

if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 

24's on H2's drop top, candy blue 

ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you 

I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change 

get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain 

I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake 

Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) 

I do drive but half of the time I'm too high 

alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) 

cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up 

I don't know why these niggaz hate us 

but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades 

cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) 



[Chorus] 



["You'z a trick" repeated until the end]