So you finally seen me put it down
Now get ready to see me score
And I know you ain't seen me in a while
But shit I know just what you fiendin for

So put in ten on a sack and so will I
Twenty of some regular roll it up and get high
You always pictured me sailing oceans or flying across the sky
And on the phone with dealerships trying to buy us some costly rides
Cause of how I am I couldn't stay by your side
Every relationship I've been ins just a wave rolling by
I'm the reason you realize most guys specialize in telling lies
Others lull you to sleep like lullabies

I'm a Pimp Shop representa
Fuck around and make your ribs pop when I enter
After that I got your lips locked around my member
Grown man these little kids got little tempers
Ask him would he like some cheese with that wine I'm at ease and I'm fine
If you ever see me and I'm on my knees I'm behind
A bad bitch on both hands taking semen to spine
She might scream like she's dying then I flee from the dimes
Follow me then that's the scene of the crime
When I turn around and put the red beam to your mind
Stubborn motherfucker thinking it's a dream you will find
You like them drugs that make you trip so do I

I go insane as Jack the Ripper leave you drained as Salmonella
Blazing Jane in sinful rooms full of cocaine cognac and strippers
Might be strippers getting dicked and other random acts committed
Sometimes Max acts like an ass but shit his handsome ass is gifted
I'm giving them the jams to make the senoritas dance
I'm on the stage like shake it baby you know I need to glance
And I'ma try not to stare but my eyes see a chance
Of you getting better acquainted with my Peter at the ranch
I need a bitch named Blanche to let me bust on her tramp stamp
It's Pimp Shop aka the shine like a lamp camp
From humble beginnings trying to get pussy cats damp
To getting foundations to give your uncles and aunts grants
If only you believe that I could achieve a salary
Stack ten Gs in a month could you imagine it annually
Wrapping weed in a blunt on the average I do it casually
If I had to quit to rap I would die

I want a 20 sack but straight up I don't think I need it
I torture these beats in order Idi Amean shit
Bombing on these beats Bush Senior Bush Junior
Plan goes as follows succeed and push the future
Ain't no questionin the ruler Ill be the one to mute ya
Slap ya beat ya and rebuke ya
Like when police accuse ya
With this music I hit it smooth as Drake Em or Luda
You star struck well if I was you so would I