Lyrics

(Please)Don't make me mention/how i get/head from these bitches and they be givin me riches/cause i'm payin attention,man-it only a mission of mind,i keep my shorties on line-givin em all of my time in the latest designs/I ain't lyin/I'm tryin ta stay focus on pimpin/I bet you hope-in i'm trippin/cause i walk with a limp and i'm livin and/tilting my hat,slappin a trap/who's be runnin her trap,while she grinds her ass on my lap/askin me 'po'/can i get a dollar or two/swallow for you/holla at you(yeah)only if you modellin bo,lick this bottle or two/love em',Idon't need em',even though i sleep with them/people still wanna meet em'/I dont treat em' hard,don't mean no harm,I rarely raise a arm/cause my women is stars and i love em'/give em' cars,don't make em' starve/give em' room and board/they women,not whores/probably got yours(for get it). (Hook) I'll be ya mama,be ya daddy-treat you real good if you let me-louis vitton and gucci,prada boots to ya knees-I'll be ya mama,be ya daddy-shake ya ass,if you let me-no more starter shirts and gold chains-just fifth moore skirt you fuckin with me. (Please)Don't look at me,like i practice on being mean.like i got a recipe to destoy a womens dream/I'm like a fiend/to women/get em' and send them to spas/and tell em' who they are/I don't put em' behind bars/I get em' drunk in bars/with that date-rape drug/(I'm lyin),we get fucked up and we hit my truck(and suck) each other off until we lost on my loft/over lookin the city/listenin Luther Vandrooss/then i put they hands on money/and tell them,how much they can make for me/all they gotta do is sell a little honey/and don't play me like a dummy/cause it won't be sunny no mo'/you'll be lookin at the back door/with your face low/slowly walkin away,losin all of this play/all i have ta say is you have a goodday/you don't have to love me/I just do ignorant pimpin(my cellular ringin)bye-bye out my business/I'm gone. (Hook) I'll be ya mama,be ya daddy-treat you real good,if you let me-louis vitton and gucci,prada boots to ya knees-I'll be ya mama,be ya daddy-shake ya ass if ya fell me-no more starter shirts and gold chains,just fifth moore skirts-you fuckin with me. (Now)Back to the lecture at hand/I stand with grands and my girls understand/that i plans is ta slam the public/and make these customers love it/hug it/embrace it/and put smiles on they faces or i'll start the replacin/now i'm/chasin you down/your not givin me up/I'm takin your style,make you a slut/you steal for a buck/I'm a (chicago)nigga/where the pimps was born/and we formed a click,thats got enormous quick/and did'nt get broke or quit/we just soaked shit and smacked a few lips/slip threw the missed cracks/of life(cause)pressure,bust pipes for the right price/I entice a hype/ta see my light of vision/make her stop,look and listen/for some midnight caressin/I don't have hidden messages/just givin lessons and blessins of me/consecutively,thats/only if/you fuckin/with/me momma.