[Intro: Ivory P.]
Say bitch, you know what I'm talking 'bout
Aye, if you gon' believe in something, why not believe in us?
You know what I'm talking 'bout, this Mr. Ivory P
You know what I'm talking 'bout, something very young active and attractive
Ready to be elected, its elected ya' dig by a bad bitch
Yeah lets go to the moon and form the stars on the way ho
You know what I'm talking 'bout, that's for real ya' dig
Yeah Mr. Ivory P., a pimp said that ho you know what I'm talking 'bout for real
You either gonna go fast or slow bitch you know what I'm talking 'bout
Aye and I want a ho you know what I'm saying with a turban ass like kin' said ya' dig
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I just knocked your ho give up her clothes, it's gone
If I was a mother fucking band, I'd be a baritone
If I was a mother fucking car I be a Phantom stretch
I got a 850 Benz, they ain't made that bitch yet
Left the money with the dealer, come out I'm a get it
You say that you a baller, but you leasing your rent
Leaning, scheming, sinning, you need the lord
So when I’m in front you, she think she speaking to a God
Ain't indecisive but a ten percenter
The girl tired of losing so she choosing a winner
Grip so much wood bitch my hand got a splinter
Call my bottle told 'em guess whose coming for dinner?
She said who? I said a horse like you
To suck her pussy out, no dick 'til she drop it out
Push it out big money stay drug free
If you gon' believe in something bitch believe in me
Say bitch, you know what I'm talking 'bout
Aye, if you gon' believe in something, why not believe in us?
You know what I'm talking 'bout, this Mr. Ivory P
You know what I'm talking 'bout, something very young active and attractive
Ready to be elected, its elected ya' dig by a bad bitch
Yeah lets go to the moon and form the stars on the way ho
You know what I'm talking 'bout, that's for real ya' dig
Yeah Mr. Ivory P., a pimp said that ho you know what I'm talking 'bout for real
You either gonna go fast or slow bitch you know what I'm talking 'bout
Aye and I want a ho you know what I'm saying with a turban ass like kin' said ya' dig
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
I just knocked your ho give up her clothes, it's gone
If I was a mother fucking band, I'd be a baritone
If I was a mother fucking car I be a Phantom stretch
I got a 850 Benz, they ain't made that bitch yet
Left the money with the dealer, come out I'm a get it
You say that you a baller, but you leasing your rent
Leaning, scheming, sinning, you need the lord
So when I’m in front you, she think she speaking to a God
Ain't indecisive but a ten percenter
The girl tired of losing so she choosing a winner
Grip so much wood bitch my hand got a splinter
Call my bottle told 'em guess whose coming for dinner?
She said who? I said a horse like you
To suck her pussy out, no dick 'til she drop it out
Push it out big money stay drug free
If you gon' believe in something bitch believe in me
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