That's right...

Right right right



[Verse One]

I know you love me, I'm like a habit

But if you had a million dollars, could I have it?

If I was broke and starvin, would you feed me?

If I drove a big car, would you see me?

While I'm foldin yo' money in half

If you was holdin on down to yo' last

You know I need it, everything you got

I gotta get it or we'll never see the top

If it was a Happy Meal, or a half-a-mill

It's the same thing baby, that's real

Don't matter if you're holdin out, no doubt

If you fuckin Ludacris bitch, +Rollin' Out+

With a Chinese name, Won Gone

Pack yo' bags, and get the fuck on

It's understandable, why I do what I do

Gettin money every day and I'm still comin through, right..



[Chorus]

I'm a woman that'll hold you down

When the other ones can't be fou-ounnnd, that's right

I'm a woman that'll keep you rich

When the others want you to tri-iiiick - that's right



[Verse Two]

I need team players, to roll with

Get down with an O.G., knowin it

Would you mix Hennessy, with Tanqueray?

Let me fuck yo' best friend every day

Would you walk from Compton to Hollywood

From Richmond to Oakland I got it good

From the Soul Train Awards to the Grammys

From New York City to Miami

If I went to jail, would you bail me out?

If I went through hell, would you help me out?

Get a king and have better things

Sell your grandmomma's wedding ring

Unconditional love, would you donate yo' kidneys?

I wanna know how much would you give me

Let my dawg hit it, matter fact let us all get it

Break somethin off on it, right..



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

I woke up one day in the A-T-L

With a pocket full of money feelin way too real

Thinkin bout what happened 'fore I went to sleep

I'd be broke if it wasn't for the pimp in me

Read my mind, I want what you got

Top down girl, bumpin Tupac

You got too much money in your freak pants

That's why I keep my ladies in a deep trance

From January to December

She can't remember, her mind's in a blender

Wake up in the back of a Caddy

Don't even know who's your momma or your daddy

The name is Too $hort

I'm addictive like Newports, but of course

you can fight the feelin if you want to

But this game might come back to haunt you, right..



[Chorus]



[Outro from "Pimpin' Ken dot Com"]