[Intro: Lil Flip]
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z a trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!
[Chorus: Lil Flip]
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
Once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin' cash
Poppin' tags, poppin' AKs, I'll whip your head, boy
Don't ever, ever, ever play with my bread, boy!
Run up wrong, I'mma hit you with this lead, boy
You just scared cause pimpin' ain't dead, boy!
I bet you thought I wasn't comin' back strong, huh?
In ninth grade I had a pocket full of stones, huh?
Now when I pull up, I got hoes in the car with me
I'm strapped up, I ain't got no bodyguards with me!
I catch your gal out of pocket, I'mma deal with her, chill with her
You'z a trick, bitch, cause you live with her!
Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z a trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!
[Chorus: Lil Flip]
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
Why you keep spendin money? You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
Once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad
I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin' cash
Poppin' tags, poppin' AKs, I'll whip your head, boy
Don't ever, ever, ever play with my bread, boy!
Run up wrong, I'mma hit you with this lead, boy
You just scared cause pimpin' ain't dead, boy!
I bet you thought I wasn't comin' back strong, huh?
In ninth grade I had a pocket full of stones, huh?
Now when I pull up, I got hoes in the car with me
I'm strapped up, I ain't got no bodyguards with me!
I catch your gal out of pocket, I'mma deal with her, chill with her
You'z a trick, bitch, cause you live with her!
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