La Quinta (feat. G Perico)

Say Steve, I still can't believe you graduated man, haha
Man, shut up
Playa we outta school, man, look a these stupid ass broads
'M bout to get my pimp thang on started

You know I got so many hoes man I gotta get a system
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

It's your boy Jay Worthy
Let's take it in one time
Take two, check one, check one, take two
And uh, we just out here having a good time man
Summertime in LA, man, yo yo yo

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