Cash Money Millionaires Lyrics

Cash Money Millionaires lyrics



[Lil Wayne]

Keep pimpin [4x]



[Lil Wayne]

Keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin keep pimpin



[Verse 1]

I got a bitch in the back i got a hoe in the front

One cookin the crack one rollin the blunt

I'm getin pussy and ass from my beautiful broad

If you lookin for that holla at ya boy

I'm a ma ma mack mack

A pi pi pimp 

I spi spi spi spit out shrimp

I pull out clean

I get out limp

I walk like li li li limp

I talk like bitch get get chi chi chi

The best player on my team when i ball women cheer

And they love the way i come out with the gear

Check out theese shoes don't come out this year

So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year

Cuz if you leave her out there then she comin out here

And that ain't fair and i don't care

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire



[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire



[Verse 2]

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if i give it to my hoe 

She gone bring back more not a minuite go she ain't getin that loot

And if you ain't got no money she ain't getin at you

I like em sexy high yella if you fit thats you

Ooh boo you can come and get in that coop

Take a hit of that fruit get hi wit wayne

Fly wit birdman jr. wave hi to planes

Say bye to lames don't but they game

If he don't score in the first half bench his ass

If you play wit my money i'ma lynch ya ass

Like john lynch and shit don't tempt me bitch

Wipe me down cuz i'm filthy rich

If getin money a crime then i'm guilty bitch

And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a mothafuckin cash money
millionaire



[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire



[Verse 3]

Sitin low in the car sit hi in the truck

Sit in the front of the plane way in the back of the bus

I got ladies for days i got women for months

Leave ya girl at home i made 21

I got that thang on chrome blades 21

I got them thang inside make me empty one

Pull it over to the side by a preety one

Like whats good mama come make the clouds jump over us come fly wit me

My diamonds bling my weed is rap

Call me wheezy the king call me wheezy the crack

If pimpin is dead then i'm bringin it back

Matter of fact it never died so i take that back

If your shoes too small shawty take that back

Cuz you gone walk all day till you make that back 

And that ain't fair but i don't care i'm a motherfuckin cash money
millionaire



[Chorus 2x]

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

Who you think you fuckin wit

I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire



Whats really good mommy its ya boy w-h-e-e-z-y f baby so hi in the sky i'm so
fly watch out for

The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy