[Intro]
La musica de Harry Fraud
I feel like I'm with a live band right now, you know
I'm on a stool and shit, you know what I'm sayin', it's like poetry hour
Check it out

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Okay, now gas kill players, not salt
I treat a ho like Jill Scott, bitch, take a long walk
I'm a big fish swimmin' with the sharks
And my aura too cold, ho I shine in the dark
See these Pradas on my feet bitch, these Off-Whites
I ain't playing, got the yellow ones too bitch I call 'em Super Saiyan
You hearin' what I'm sayin' ho? Mack talk, players bumpin' in they stereo
I'm leanin' hard to the left, like a junkie
I'm going hard for the check, gettin' funky
I keep a nine-millimetre in my jeans
Just in case a fuck n***a get unchy
You can't touch me, Rice be the mayor
I hit the strip club, cash in the air
And what the bitch love cash and a trick
I tell the bitch, "Well you ain't gon' get it here"
Well, I just met this ho named Sasha, head game proper
Gave me twelve G's so I knocked her
Took her fine ass to the opera, showed her a lil' fly shit
Let her know she added to the roster
I mack a bitch right, resume real tight
Desiree, all my other hoes got the insight
Just keep them heels nice, struttin' in the field
I run it up, make your bitch pay the bill
[Hook: Premo Rice]
I can't get enough
Of all of this pimpin' stuff
I said I can't get enough
Of all of this pimpin' stuff

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I told her, we can take a long walk through the park, but
I don't like going too far from my car
Babydoll, my respect level high, I alluded
Four-star, five-star, six-star, bitch, meet me by the bar
Were you followed? You can't really be sure, Monte Carlo sittin' low
I'm takin' pictures of that ho, which one am I gon' post
Heart eyes underneath the flicks of my Chevy
Mean she trying to roll, he admire low-lows, her uncle had those
We rollin' with the oldies bangin', and we dippin' slow
She told me she would go anywhere I tell her go
I'm a test her, and see if it's really so
Every lesson that I've left her with was worth it's weight in gold
Them other n***as ain't, them other n***as can't
Shall we talk about them any further? Nah we shan't
More Chevrolets to paint, let's go to the bank

[Hook: Premo Rice]
I can't get enough
Of all of this pimpin' stuff
I said I can't get enough
Of all of this pimpin' stuff
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, money knots in a brown bag
Call somebody else to come and count the cash
Took four zips on the trip, gotta make sure that the trees last
No top on my F8, make sure you see me when I speed past
These n***as squares, all I see is plaid
I been havin' vivid dreams about a different pad
Floor plans and empty land where we can build at
My imagination big, but this is real rap
Big pool in the back, I'm doing laps
Pissed 'em off years ago and they still mad
But I'm a keep doing my thing man, smoking weed
Reppin' the gang, what the fuck

[Hook: Premo Rice]
I can't get enough, yeah
Of all of this pimpin' stuff
I said I can't get enough
Of all of this pimpin' stuff