Pimp Dollaz (feat. Killa Kool Chris)

Yeah, what's up, what's up This one right here, what's up, what's up This one's for the clubs, what's up The strip club that is, uh huh Okay, what's up Pimp dollars make them holla Pimp dollars make them holla Stay hot, light the block Don't leave home without my clock It's my turn to blow up the spot Forget the ones that said I can't rock Play it loud, move the crowd Pump it, let me see y'all bounce Forever rap that dirty style I'm blowin' up just from word of mouth But still cool, crispy, versatile Many flavors, many styles Many girls wanna have my child After the show, let's give a wow Motel, motel If you wanna tell, then I wanna tell My LL, I rock those bells Hold up, yo, what's that smell Time to go, I'm out the door Y'all don't know what I came here for I want the world to know my name Dirty style done changed this game Give credit where credit is due To the ones that bought it through New Orleans and the ATL Now Carolina got something to tell Pimp dollars make them holla It's my turn, so listen please Cool Chris, that's me, I'm bout them G's Hit the club, always stay crunk Givin' you what you want DSK always by my side Stay drunk, stay high Stay tight, stay right Always ready for homicide Y'all think we play, we don't play Carolina, that's where we stay Recognize that dirty style Y'all don't know what we about Bounce, bounce, shake and bake Don't you know you drive me crazy When you move and shake that thing Got a brother goin' insane Hold up, yo, wait a minute Give a brother about five minutes All I want and all I need You get two cause I got me Don't complain, just say my name See, that should keep you satisfied DSK, if you down with me, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride Pimp dollars make them holla I'm tellin' you, Peaks, what it's all about Cause I'm gonna run this game In my name, it ain't no shame I still remain the same Do you really wanna know Do you really think that you can flow I'm runnin' this clique, makin' hits Y'all Peaks better hit the floor It's so empty without me Y'all people just can't see That I'm one in the G for the B You just wanna be like me I got the fire All you Peaks is the light If you step to me, I'll tell you once That it's by the bite You really wanna plop Do you really wanna take what I got I got that bomb And I'm gonna light Blow up the spot I see you on your hands and knees Wanna beg me please But I'm sorry, Jack Cut no slack to enemies Pimp dollars make them holla I'm flowin