I Got Lyrics - Pimp C

Three 6 Mafia 

Put your money where your mouth is boy 

If you really wanna do somethin 

Get the fuck 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 shit, 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 niggaz somethin 

Let me tell you somethin nigga 

That paper is like trash, nigga 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out 

That paper is like trash nigga 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit out 

Throw that shit out, throw that shit 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