Three 6 Mafia
Put your money where your mouth is boy
If you really wanna do somethin’
Get the f**k up

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

I`m ridin’ tall on 24`s, spittin’ game out to the hoes
With my windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost
My home painted white on white, inside leather white on white
Chiefin’, drankin’ up all night, ballin’ out, yeah that`s the life

Ladies wanna roll with me, blow a bag of dro with me
Party to the crack of dawn, when I`m down in yo` city
I`m all about this pimpin’, when it comes to women
Get some head while drive mayne, oh what a feelin’

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Here I am, here I am so fresh, so, so clean
Off in the club, aw s**t, I see I blew the hoe`s brain
Befo` I came, I say I blew a whole thing
Clean as a dollar off in my black on black Impala

The Don Dada is what they call me overseas
But over here I should say I`m the king of Memphis, Tennessee
Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape
What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tape

Face get your G`s up, way, way up to my level
Higher than the clouds where my daddy rests in Heaven
But on another note I`m so stylish I changed the name
I surpassed clean, like a baby I`m clean, clean

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Ay let me tell you ni**az somethin’
Let me tell you somethin’ ni**a

That paper is like trash, ni**a
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out

That paper is like trash ni**a
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out
Throw that s**t out, throw that s**t out

We got big rims, big cars, big guap, ghetto stars
In the hood, gettin’ rich, gettin’ it, livin’ large
Sellin’ white, sellin’ pills, sellin’ crystal meth, meth
Sellin’ D`s, sellin’ speed `til there`s nothin’ left, left

Fresh clothes, pullin’ hoes, get my roll on, roll on
Phone ringin’ off the hook, bitch hold on, hold on
I got a brand new woofer, put some more hoes on
So I can hit the club, strip and get chose on

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes

Bitch, I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes
I got money, I got clothes
I got whips, hold up, I got hoes