[Intro]
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my n***a Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my n***a Philthy up in here)
What up?
(What up?)
J Stalin
Chill shit n***a
What up n***a
Yeah for sure
Town business
What up n***a

[Verse 1]
When I walk in the door salute me
Act like a hoe, not a groupie (bitch)
Bitch, wanna make me cum
You better make some money and give me some (hey pimp)
This ain’t time to go shopping
Turn another trick, get it poppin
A bitch will lose me
If she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m fucking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
And when it’s your turn n***a better do the same (rap shit)
When I see a car wanna get
My bitch better buy me a whip (buy me a)
And say $hort how you know all this shit
It’s the game, I got it from Oakland bitch (Oakland shit)
[Chorus]
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
This life is real pimpin
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Philthy look, in the VIP section with a bunch o real n***as
Couple Rozay bottler and a few bad bitches
So give me a bitch so I threw one back
S favor for a favor n***a I was born to act
They know who we are
They see these foreign cars
In the VIP section with a lot o porn stars
Touch down in LA and bitch gotta pay
These bottles cost a thousand broke bitch you in the way
When a n***a pulled up had them hoes on stuck
Young n***a getting money every bitch wanna fuck
I’m all about a buck thinking bout my big head
Fuck tryna get a nut thinking with my lil head
Real [?] fake [?] I’m a pimp the blood out
I’m a VIP ass n***a with or with or without I spend it
All these blue hunnids seeing all this new money
We ain’t doing no trick and she won’t get noth’n from me
[Chorus]
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
This life is real pimpin
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
I’m a tell you how it is
It’s real pimpin

[Verse 3]
Smelling like cookies never was a rookie
All about my money like a fucking bookie
I’m in the black black bottles in a black Mac
Threw streaks on that bitch to complement that
Got a few bad bitches they got some real ass
I don’t see you broke n***as like cataracts
And I don’t talk shit I just stay fast
Long hair but they all tracks
I’m off them molly water and them Xanax
She can see a real n***a through them contacts
Very important like my uncle racks
On top o these bitches like a doormat
Slap them and play hey and they adore that
Whatever I’m in he can’t afford that
These bitches ready to leave I can’t ignore that
If you feeling I’m feeling I enjoy that
[Bridge]
It’s good out here man
Young n***as getting money
Spending money
You see the cars
You see the bitches n***a
You see the money n***a
(Ain’t nobody struggling man)
Every dollar for a bitch man
Nd if you are
You need to get your motherfucking hustle on cause we some very important pimps

[Verse 4]
Pull up to the club
Face em up
Bitches wanna fuck cause they know that I’m a thug
Pocket full o notes, whole not dubs
Spend it on a hoe, no not us
Hop up out the car, looking like a star
Head into the bar they know who we are
They know who we are
I don’t need ID
Somehow I always end up in the VIP
But it’s probably cause I’m a VIP, VIP, VIP
But it’s probably cause I’m a VIP, VIP, VIP
Just a very important person
Very important pimp
Just a very important person, bitch
VIP, VIP, you can catch me in the VIP
You can catch me in the VIP
VIP, VIP, you can catch me in the VIP
You can catch me in the VIP
It’s real pimpin, pimpin