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You are now rockin' wit The SymphonyYes sirIt's ya boy Fliperachi the number one fly boy (yeah)I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you knowSo if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young bossGirl money don't run outLet me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)[Chorus]I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right)No baby is not jealousy, jealousyI know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpin'I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippin'The first day we met, I was in my vetI just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (ha ha)I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bikeRubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kiteRed monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to popAnd when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watchCause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you rightAnd if you wanna be happy you should leave him right nowI got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girlLet me upgrade you, no more Levi's girlSongtexteI'm a show you finer thangs you can cruise the worldAnd when we come back you gon' have bluest purseYes sir[Chorus]I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mineTop down when I'm roll up the Vegas StripFour pound on my hip in case a nigga tripA hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go)And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go)No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (ha ha)I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nineAfter this, I'm a drop "Ahead of My Time"The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dymeThey be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow"That's when I say "oh well, I make crazy dough"Chuch chuch[Chorus]You always say the things to make me stayHe then told me that you would change your waysYou always got the best from meI gave 'em to you faithfullyI'm flippin' now I gotta get awaySo come and roll wit a fly boyYou can be my fly girlJust you and I girlThe kid ballin' like Jim Jones (ballin')Cause I made about 8 million ring tones (ballin')I'm a certified mack in the streetsHow many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)I do it big like that rapper from ?While you exit home put your ring out (ha ha)And we on private jets sippin' real wineI was in the projects watchin' feds crimeBut now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeah)There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania