DJ Paul
Fuckin’ With My Money
[Verse 1: Lil Gin]
I'm hangin’ in the backyard with women in the swimming pool
Listenin' to the Marvin Gaye while smokin' on a loose Kool
My cellular’s jumpin', so I pushed in, "Now who is this?"
Another drug deal gone bad so now I'm pissed
I'm reaching for the .44 while crankin' up the '95
Lexus Coupe while still talkin' on the phone to this lyin' bitch
She constantly fakin’ robbery, makin’ me mad as fuck though 'cause we was fuckin’ with some Ki's
And now I gotta think of somethin' that's really slick
The plan that the bitch attempt to give my dope to another pimp
Cause player haters could be a bitch or a n***a
You never will recognize, until you’re ready to pull the trigger
"I got carjacked by some robbers" is what she's tellin' me
I'm on my way to Memphis drivin', but I was flyin'
She's just a fool, I hope she thinks I'm drivin' eight hours
I made it there in one and caught the bitch in the shower
With another n***a at the kitchen table choppin' my dope
I grabbed the .44 and shot that bitch in her throat
The n***a that's constantly runnin' up out of my house, I'm steadily gunnin'
But not because we're sweatin' that bitch, he was fuckin' with my money

[Chorus: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
Fire the reefer up, grip my Glock, walk up out the door
Pattin' my pockets, flat as fuck, meanin' I'm out to rob a ho
Shoot that thang is in my mind, buckshots scatter from behind
Stomachs on the fuckin' curb, n***as shake in slop and slime
Will I rob a ho? Damn right, I'm jackin' constantly
They gon' drop this shit off fast, thinkin' I'ma blast rapidly
Jump into a taxi cab put the pistol to the dome
Murder got my conscious tested, "Bitch, just take me close to home"
Hurt Village, quickly jump up on my enemy
Police right across the street, killers, thugs and gangsters, G
Fuck that route, you know I'm finna go to the liquor store, full of that dough
Bumpy face ho, one o'clock, roll to a block, leave a n***a, creep through my door
Lay me down, drunk as hell, Everclear in my crib
Full of crooks where I dwell, blow a P, funky smell
God damn, player, so many of my dawgs done crossed
The pistol whippin' left me broke, better hope that bitch goes off

[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Chapter one of a pimp: A bitch calls no shots
Runnin' off her mouth, she'll get her monkey-ass popped
A good pimp is slick like a right boss
I put a charge to the train, money talks, then you pay the cost
Every show I go, I got Tonya sellin' screwin'
I tied her to the bed then I beat her with a broom
I'm never satisfied with your ho-duty
I took some hot sauce, poured it on my baby, thinkin' it stuck it through her booty
Most of the big pimps snortin' coke through they nose
Not me, I keep my head straight, I pop that cone and pull they hoes
They be switchin', swatchin' with that ass as the cars pass
Roll your windows down! *whistles* Time to make that cash
White trick payin' up, they tricks are trouble
They always tryna make a house of a home, jive ass sucker
Bitch, I want you to memorize everything that's happenin', run that shit down to me, get them crackheads outta your face while you be workin'
Yeah, bitch, recognize stable thick, nationwide with your switch, chargin' tricks get's me rich
Right now I'm in a mansion, a big pool and I said "What? I can't believe it, this pimpin' ain't no game of love, cuh"
[Chorus: Lil Gin & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money
*Pop, pop, pop* when you're fuckin' with my money