La Quinta - JAY WORTHY, LNDN DRGS, G Perico

Say Steve, I still can’t believe you graduated man, haha

Man, shut up

Glad we outta school, man, look at these stupid ass broads

I’m bout to get my pimp thang on started

You know I got so many hoes man I gotta get an assistant pimp just to keep

track of 'em, you know

Make sure they on the right streets and shit

Hey Skippy, why you always talkin' 'bout this pimp stuff, man?

What’s happening?

'Cause it’s real man, I’m a pimp

New day, new bitch, so it’s new money

High tech in the Cove 'cause I’m blue, honey

Old clip in my shit homie, ooh well they

Talkin' all that shit, better do somethin'

I be really in the set, on the deuce thuggin'

Breakin' bitches on the brands like it ain’t nothin'

Take them back to the Biggs', get to straight fuckin'

She better pay attention nigga, this some real shit

She used to fuckin' with them lames, I’m a real pimp

Give money out her ass, stupid hoe bitch

Had her trappin', blowin' up at La Quinta

Set up bitches for the homies in the Pita

Went from poor bitches to those them leather seats

Went from fuckin' rats to bitches on TV

Live the life of a real nigga

If you ain’t got bread, then why the fuck would I deal witcha?

Yeah we ain’t dealin' witchu man

Ain’t nothin' you can do that we can’t do

We just do it a little better, playa

Get paid, every day, gotta go off your plan

I’m like a young Mack Dre, no Captain Kirk, wholesale

Man ain’t no time for love, we gotta get fly

Man bitches up the bar that got me doin' crime

Violated parole and we ain’t done nothin' wrong

Had to skip town 'cause the cops know me where I’m from

Got the room at the La Quinta

I ain’t even unpacked my shit, cracked a bitch

And then I sent her, put my shit on the map

Ex-con with a million-dollar plan

Breakin hoes in e’ery city I done ran through

My operation making cash and they done made a

Task for my ass, tryna trail but I move too fast

My boy’s tryin to work it, got me over the border

Cane straight to Seattle, London drugs imported

All these player haters broke us but we got a room

At the La Quinta with some hoes and we goin' up

Bitch you don’t know what’s goin on

(She ain’t know what’s goin on)

She don’t know what I’m gon' do