Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big, big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big pimpin’
Walk up in the bank, limpin’ (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big, big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin’, get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson
Man, why you keep textin’ my phone?
Leave me alone
Boy, I do not want your d**k
I see that n***a, he thirsty as f**k, I ain’t givin’ him sh*t
Better swallow his spit
All that lurkin’ on my motherf**kin’ page
‘till it’s oops, I ain’t mean to like that pic
Took him to Victoria Secret, and bought him somе bras
Since he love to act likе a b*t*h (Hahaha)
I got a type, and it ain’t you
I like them n***as who spendin’ that cash
I like them fat Homer Simpson a** n***as, that feed me the fat in this a** (Bling)
B*t*h, I’m expensive, don’t bring me nothin’ on the floor, I want everything locked in a gla**
Then we f**kin’ fast, take him to the back of the store, then he bustin’ a hole in my mask
Now give me your money, dummy
I don’t wanna hear what you cannot afford
We back in his car, he complaining how I spent all his money, I said, “Can you pa** me the aux cord?”
I don’t wanna hear that sh*t, be near that sh*t
What the f**k do you n***as be thinkin’?
Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I f**k him, so I won’t see him c*m quicker than I be blinkin’ (Mmm)
Big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big, big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big pimpin’
Walk up in the bank, limpin’ (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Big, big pimpin’ (Big pimpin’)
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm)
Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God)
Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah)
Big pimpin’, get the money then dip
Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson
I don’t want your man, darling
Even though I could take him so damn quick
I done sat up on his sack five times
After he done bought me the whole damn Saks Fifth
Feeling like Taylor when I get this money ’cause I spend it so, so swift
‘Cause I only check for n***as with big bags, like an airport trip
You know my aesthetic, we could do credit, debit
Make sure the receipt get shredded
‘Cause he got a girl at home, and if she come for me, somebody come for her, the paramedics
Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf
N***a better know to come full breaded (That money)
Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that’s how a real b*t*h walk up in wedges
And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won’t even give no f**k
I just hope nobody throwin’ him a funeral, ’cause I could use those bucks
I’ma make him turn all in his grave, I ain’t givin’ no apologies
If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards, that motherf**ker better be proud of me (That motherf**ker better be proud of me)
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (That motherf**ker better be proud of me)
Oh, oh-oh, baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, no-no, no, no-no
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby
Oh, no-no, no, no-no (That motherf**ker better be proud of me)
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