[Intro]
(This is a real n***a PSA)

[Verse 1]
Tell me, why would I ever chase 'em if they come with the bread?
Young n***as switchin' bitches like it's musical chairs
I call her Grey Poupon by the way that she spread
But I'm a cutthroat n***a, all I want is some head
Oh yeah, nobody perfect
She say, "To me, you're perfect"
I keep the grass low so I can see the serpents
Let's roll some weed for worries
From where the keys are purchased
I fuck her so good, shе might buy me a Birkin
This paper multiply, the monеy trees are fertile
N***as don't feed they circle
N***as ain't G's, they gerbils
N***a, I lead with purpose
Y'all n***as ain't read the sermon?
You fuckin' with these clowns, ho, when you gon' leave the circus?
Oh yeah, my watch foreign
My drop foreign
Bet my trunk pussy pop on the block and you know it
And you can tell I'm gettin' money by the way that it goes
And I'm a one of one n***a, I'm too much for these hoes
Yeah, I've been
[Refrain]
Pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Since Peaches & Herb and Ashford & Simpson
Been huggin' and kissin' 'em since elementary
Cutlass and Regals, Impalas and Bentleys
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been

[Chorus]
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey

[Bridge]
Bitch, I got more money than your n***a, ho, don't talk to me
Bowling ball Impalas, gold slugs, throwin' salt
'Bout to break these n***as off
Feel like Michael, Off the Wall
I've been in it for a minute, why they act like I ain't raw?

[Verse 2]
Bruh, she peel up out that thong
Don't want affection, she just wanna hear her favorite song
Since a teenager, she was fuckin' like she was grown
But learned her lesson through all the n***as that did her wrong
Drownin' heartbreak in Patron
She say, "I don't need a n***a, that's only added drama
This how it's 'posed to be, my n***a, this my daddy's karma"
Slipped and told her I love her, I felt her becomin' distant
She say, "Yeah, you out here trippin'
Just get up out of your feelings
That ain't pimpin'"
[Chorus]
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey
You gotta get your paper, shorty, fuck 'em, let 'em hate
You gotta chase the paper 'cause the paper don't wait
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey, yeah, hey

[Refrain]
Pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Since Peaches & Herb and Ashford & Simpson
Been huggin' and kissin' 'em since elementary
Cutlass and Regals, Impalas and Bentleys
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Pimpin' been pimpin' since pimpin' been