Pimpin

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Half a mill in my SS
Rozay, big checks
Nosey niggas be telling thangs, fuck around get hit next
Rolex on Monday, Cartier on Tuesday
Rolls Royce on Wednesday your bitch chose to choose me
Money fast I count slow hunnid bands for the outro
Real nigga don't name drop throw it up if you 'bout yours
Every gun that's 60 rounds every month blow 6 pounds
Miami bitch give good head only time I'm sitting down
Fat boy gone stand up real nigga gone man up
Broke nigga still talk cheap 'lil nigga ain't said none
Two bands on my shoes boy I don't know how you move boy
Young nigga still kill free I fuck ???? boy