Finer Thangs Pimp C (Ft. Brooke Valentine & Slim Thug)

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Pimp C Baby, wood grain, and dome
I mess with you girl cause you got it going on
And I was locked up in here you was taking trips
While them other Niggas gone, watching and shaking them hips
Not in the club, I can see them dancing for tips
But they was not freaking for free, now baby ain't that a trip
You the Princess of the South
And I gotta be the king
So girl you might as well get used to having finer thangs Baby

[Chorus: Brooke Valentine]
Oooh, boy was it this way to love me, you?
Now you, got me feenin' for the JUICE
Taking me on shopping sprees around the world
So good to me, when I was just a country girl!
Can't help the way I'm turning out
I'm in love with him without a doubt
And the boy can really turn it out
He got the whoole world in his hands!
You got me used to all the finer thangs
(You got me) infatuated by what money brangs (Yo' money brings)
Cop Fendi, rings, and watches
Celebrate, (everything)
You got me used to all the finer thangs (finer thangs)