[Intro]
I keep pimpin'
I keep pimpin'
I keep, I, I keep pimpin'
I keep, I, I, I keep pimpin'

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front
One cookin' the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you lookin' for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack, a p-p-pimp
I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp
I pull up clean, I get out, limp
I walk like limp, li-li-limp
I talk like bi-bitch get 'chere
Best player on my team, when I ball, women cheer
And they love the way I dumb out with the gear
This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year
So if you love your girl, don't let her come out this year
If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah

[Chorus]
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
[Verse 2]
I got twenty-five dollars on my dresser and if I
Give it to my ho, she gon' bring back more
Not a minute go, she ain't gettin' that loot
And if you ain't got no money, she ain't gettin' at you
I like 'em sexy, high yellow, if you fit in that shoe
Ooh, boo, you could come and get in that coupe
Take a hit of that fruit, get high with Wayne
Fly with Birdman Jr., wave hi to planes
Say bye to lames, don't buy they game
If he ain't score in the first half, bench his ass
If you play with my money, I'ma lynch your ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit, don't tempt me bitch, oh
Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich
If gettin money's a crime, then I'm guilty, bitch
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionare, yeah

[Chorus]
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
[Verse 3]
I sit low in the car, sit high in the truck
Lay at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave your girl at home, I made twenty-one
I got that thing on chrome blade twenty-ones
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one (Like)
"What's good, mami? Come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit me"
My diamonds sing (Yeah), my weed is rap
Call me Weezy Da King or call me Weezy Da Crack
If pimpin' is dead, then I'm bringin' it back
Matter fact, it never died, so I take that back
If your shoes too small, shawty, take that back
'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back
And that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, yeah

[Chorus]
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with?
Who you think you fuckin' with? (Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? (I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire)
[Outro]
What's really good, mama?
It's your boy W-E-E-Z-Y F. Baby
So high in the sky, I'm so fly, watch out for the power lines, you know
Get with me, one
Pimp Daddy
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money millionaire, 'naire