Cake Bun B (Ft. Big K.R.I.T., Boosie Badazz & Pimp C)

[Intro]
Hold up
Smoke something, bitch
My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout?
Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?
Uncle George was talkin' bout
Hey man, do fries come with that shake?
Hey man, hey man, do green guys come with them thighs?
Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes
You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
I be at it and on it, don’t start no static, I want it
When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stopping, no frontin, this certified and official
When I see you lickin your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin ain’t easy, man it is if you be me
I see a new one every day, and they think that
Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay
See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for pussy, that’s alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter