Pimpin Aint EZ, I got money, I got cars, Still fuckin with them hood superstars, Spend a hundred grand over by the bar, Like Pimpin Aint EZ Verse 1
dance floor. My team hardcore, all the girls do adore Bouta do the gang rock til my feet get sizzz-ore Sizzz-ore Step on the scene, make the haters
and 1 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 'Cause you know I'm number one Girl, you know I'm number one Baby, you know I'm number
money to be made, guess im on the paper chase You know i love ya babe (you know i love ya babe) But u know i gotta go, keep your number on speed
(Verse 1) Dear sweetheart, wassup boo Whatchu up to? More club moves? I call her, no answer Her phone in the bag, she dancing Its four now, the clubs
no other indeed With Lil' John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
that's a three piece Now you see why all these singers Tryna to be me Now what you're talking about To the haters throw them deuces up Back number one
chill here underneath these towers, But nor do I wanna go in jail and me have to look back, Everytime Im in the showers, Are you mad? Ive got a number 1
but I can afford that yeah, you do you let me do me had a couple number 1a??s let me get 3 more or maybe thats greed, 3rd album 1st try everythings free
we toast it hold another .. why would i ever complain i let the bitches do it for me i just make the money i don't promote nothing the haters do it for
that I'm a gangsta girl All I ever wanted was a real girl You know that I'm a gangsta girl [Game - Verse 1] I'm supposed to be your number one Thought
[Chorus] La, La La La La, La La This is a song for my haters Y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah This is a song for my haters Ya'll got me feeling
... boy im still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em yeeeeeuh Verse 1 aint nutn change but the weather in a temp tag sequence of number
to act, hoes Swangaz that crank fo's and tip in trunks'll bang Haters get back and hoes'll flip with nuts who hang It ain't a thang, make number 1's
classic in the South Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters
this hoe no play Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink 'Cuz I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus And a penthouse that say, "Hoe hater" With tattoos with number 1
bling on your stitching Bein' teeded in your chest get you stinging and itching Got to have the right ingredients before you can start Like 1 part gangsterism with 1
to roll up to this club 'Bout to step off in this club 'Bout to get big in this club 'Bout to get wild in this club [2x] [Verse1 - R.Kelly] Now