Let's take a trip to the clubs on the north-side
(On the north-side)
Really doesn't matter (Really doesn't matter)
I be stylin (I be stylin)
Let's take a trip to the clubs on the south-side
(On the south-side)
Really doesn't matter (Really doesn't matter)
I be pimpin (As long as ya ready for)
[Hook]
(The benjamins and the g-strings)
Who's in the cl-izz-ub
Don't know me, show me liz-ove
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Gold teeth to the tooth-uhhh
For the ones who scoped-uuuss
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Ma-mafi-ma-mafi-ya!
Ma-mafi-ma-mafi-ya-ya!
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Ten, twenty sonic nation
Muh'f*ckin funny
[Verse 1]
Starin, doesnt know da bometo
In return I know she scopin out this negro
Man this loco, just cinco mi juevos
And that Koopsta gon' tell you how the story goes
Man, them hoes gotta make them a livin'
So you cheap niggas need to start tippin'
Come closer, got plenty tens and twenties
Got some' for me? Quickly breakin out them hundreds
In her bikini, I just quickly start slidin
Them benjamins in my hand, started grippin
Now it's nothin but a novelty, gettin close to me
Coochie, to the T, 'finna do it like a G
Man that D.P.B., pass me anotha
Not that cheap shit, that pure, or Moet-ahh
As the DJ started mixin Three 6 Mafia
Now the hoes begin to holla, err-eh-err-eh (Koopstaaaa!)
Said enough, I know you niggas think I'm trickin
But I ain't trippin, straight up dickin on these bitches
And as a leader, V.I.P, see the pimps lookin funny, sayin
(Bitch betta have my money!)
I'm ready fo'
(On the north-side)
Really doesn't matter (Really doesn't matter)
I be stylin (I be stylin)
Let's take a trip to the clubs on the south-side
(On the south-side)
Really doesn't matter (Really doesn't matter)
I be pimpin (As long as ya ready for)
[Hook]
(The benjamins and the g-strings)
Who's in the cl-izz-ub
Don't know me, show me liz-ove
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Gold teeth to the tooth-uhhh
For the ones who scoped-uuuss
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Ma-mafi-ma-mafi-ya!
Ma-mafi-ma-mafi-ya-ya!
(Those benjamins and the g-strings)
Ten, twenty sonic nation
Muh'f*ckin funny
[Verse 1]
Starin, doesnt know da bometo
In return I know she scopin out this negro
Man this loco, just cinco mi juevos
And that Koopsta gon' tell you how the story goes
Man, them hoes gotta make them a livin'
So you cheap niggas need to start tippin'
Come closer, got plenty tens and twenties
Got some' for me? Quickly breakin out them hundreds
In her bikini, I just quickly start slidin
Them benjamins in my hand, started grippin
Now it's nothin but a novelty, gettin close to me
Coochie, to the T, 'finna do it like a G
Man that D.P.B., pass me anotha
Not that cheap shit, that pure, or Moet-ahh
As the DJ started mixin Three 6 Mafia
Now the hoes begin to holla, err-eh-err-eh (Koopstaaaa!)
Said enough, I know you niggas think I'm trickin
But I ain't trippin, straight up dickin on these bitches
And as a leader, V.I.P, see the pimps lookin funny, sayin
(Bitch betta have my money!)
I'm ready fo'
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