roster. Lyrics

Big Pimpin', He spendin' G's,

That's why I'm fuckin' with this nigga

He spend it on me, uh

Ice me out, I'm a motherfuckin' popsicle

He swipin' black cards, you rubbin' two nickels

Keep a hoe that get some dough

keep a hoe that got the smoke

Keep a hoe that come and eat the dick up like an artichoke

Keep a hoe who cuttin' hair

Keep a hoe with stamps to sell

Keep a hoe who boost it for the low, who in and out of jail

Oh well

He tryna put it in my box like some mail

But he frail, I like my niggas with a little bit of heft

What's left after I run that bank account like a treadmill

This nigga on my body stuck to me like paint seal

Pimpin' ain't easy, believe me

But somebody gotta do it, do these niggas greasy

Pull a nigga locs out, now he lookin' like Wheezy

You can get the deuces, Chris Breezy, it's easy

Make a nigga fuck me till he out of breath and wheezin'

Now he gotta kool-aid smile, got a nigga cheesin

Oh, the weather switchin' up, it's take a nigga season

Leave a bitch screamin

What was the reason

Gotta keep buildin' the roster cause it's playoff time

You can play on they time, but don't play on mine

Nickname DMV, I keep these hoes in line

If a hoe act up, then the hoe get fined