Pimps Lyrics - The Coup

Fuck naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon 

Well anyway, I said, "That's no burglar! That's my butler." 

Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip 

I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something 

Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices 

We sing like authentic rappers 

Oh David, you must do it for us 

Well if they could make this music more funky 

Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers 

Here we go 

Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller 

You could see I'm David Rockefeller 

So much cash up in my bathroom it's a Ready-Teller 

I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphillis 

But no need for prophylactics 

I'mma up you on some mean old mac shit 

Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid 

Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions 

If your ass occur, shit 

It wouldn't be the first time I done made a massacre 

Nigga please, how you figure these 

Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securities 

No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon 

When my family got they sex on 

Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit 

Make the army go to war for Exxon 

Long as the money flow, I be making dough 

Welcome to my little pimp school 

How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules 

Flash a little cash, make you think you got class 

But you really selling ass and ho keep off my grass 

Less you cutting it, see I'm running shit 

Trick all y'all motherfuckas is simps 

I'm just a pimp 

That is so cute! 

John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well? 

Well, what should I do? 

Why don't you rap for us? 

No, I 

Come on, old boy, I did mine 

I 

It's so, tribal 

Well, very well 

Oh goody! 

But, hold my martini, I have to do those hand gestures 

We will begin at the commencement of the next measure 

Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty 

I am tearing shit up like confetti 

My money last longer than Eveready 

Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose 

This is just like the stroll 

But the hoes don't choose, I chose you 

No voodoo can hoo-doo you 

From getting treated like a piece of ol' booboo who 

Do you think want those niggas that don't turn tricks? 

The loco ho in '94 is getting 86ed 

And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps 

I got the po po's for their daily pimp slap 

The motherfucker gangsta, rolling Fleetwood Caddy 

I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy 

Lay you out like linoleum floors 

I'm getting rich off petroleum wars 

Controlling you whores, making you eat Top Ramen 

While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas is simps 

I'm just a pimp 

Oh no here he comes 

Oh don't look at him 

Are you fellows rapping? 

I can do that reggie, uh, ah reggae type of thing 

You know, one, two, three 

Well actually, we were just leaving 

And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk 

Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk 

I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me 

How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money 

She want all, she want this, she want that of fun 

X amount of this like just like the gap hear me 

Hol' up your hand if you love the money 

Hol' up your hand if you love punanny 

Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody 

Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see