Cash Money Millionaires Lyrics - Tha Carter (screwed And Chopped) - Lil Wayne

(Lil Wayne) 

Keep pimpin (5x) 

(Verse 1) 

I got a bitch in the back, got a hoe in the front 

One cookin the crack, one rollin' the blunt 

You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad 

If you lookin for that, holla at ya boy 

I'm a m-m-mack mack 

A p-p-pimp 

I sp-sp-sp-spit out shrimp 

I pull up clean 

I get out limp 

I walk like li-li-li-limp 

I talk like bitch b-bitch get here 

Best player on my team when I ball women cheer 

And they love the way I dumb out with the gear 

This jacket, these shoes don't come out this year 

So if you love your girl don't let her come out this year 

If you leave her out there, then she comin' out here 

And that ain't fair, but I don't care 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

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(Chorus 2x) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

(I'm serious 'bout this pimpin' shit) 

(Verse 2) 

I got 25 dollars on my dresser and if I give it to my hoe 

She gon' bring back more, not a minute go she ain't gettin' that loot 

And if you ain't got no money she ain't gettin' at you 

I like em sexy, high, yellow if you fittin' thats you 

Ooh boo you can come and get in that Coupe 

Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne 

Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave hi to planes 

Say bye to lames don't buy they game 

If he don't score in the first half, bench his ass 

If you play wit my money I'ma lynch ya ass 

I John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me bitch, OH! 

Wipe me down 'cause I'm filthy rich 

If gettin' money's a crime then I'm guilty bitch 

And that ain't fair, but I don't care 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

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(Chorus 2x) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

(I'm serious 'bout this pimpin' shit) 

(Verse 3) 

I sit' low in the car sit high in the truck 

Lay at the front of the plane lay in the back of the bus 

I got ladies for days, got women for months 

Leave ya girl at home on May 21 

I got that thang on chrome blade 21 

Got them thangs inside, make me empty one 

Pull it over to the side by a pretty one 

Like 'whats good mami come make a cloud your pillow, come fly wit' me' 

My diamonds sing, my weed is rap 

Call me Weezy the king or call me Weezy the crack 

If pimpin is dead then I'm bringin it back 

Matter of fact it never died so I take that back 

If your shoes too small shorty take that back 

'Cause you gon' walk all day 'til you make that back 

And that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

(Chorus 4x (with Ad-Libs during the last 2 repititions)) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' 

Who you think you fuckin' wit' (Bitch) 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah 

(I'm serious 'bout this pimpin' shit) 

Whats really good mami? It's ya boy W-e-e-z-y F. Baby so high in the sky I'm so fly watch out for 

The power lines ya know get wit me one pimp daddy 

(Outro 4x) 

I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire, yeah