I Was a Pimp (feat. Ryanislit)

You can have the scrub
I just wanted his dough
I was the pimp and
He was my hoe
He fill up the bags
Then I told him go
It ain't never been love
It's his check that I cuff
I was the pimp
He was my hoe
Put them on the corner
Made them walk that stroll

Switch up the flow
Then ran up the bag
Killing your team and
I'm making them mad
Don't speak to me
Don't give conversation
Do a drive by on
You kids graduation
You can talk money and
I still wouldn't hear you
I'm the type of bitch
That'll have my niggas
Come and rob you
Pull up in the drop
Bring the hood to your spot
Give me what you got
Or you know you get popped
Yeah I'm bout my bag and
I get it on my own bitch
Rob still kill bitch you know
I'm a get it
Up in my charger and you know
It got the limo tint roll through
You hood like nigga
Who the fuck is this
Told you baby mama
We was fuckin on some
Petty shit now she in my face
Going crazy about to lose her lip
Never really wanted him
Just wanted everything's he
Give cars house jewels and
You know he paying all my bills

You can have the scrub
I just wanted his dough
I was the pimp and
He was my hoe
He fill up the bags
Then I told him go
It ain't never been love
It's his check that I cuff
I was the pimp
He was my hoe
Put them on the corner
Made him walk that stroll
I was the pimp he was my hoe
Yeah he paid that toll or that
Jaw got broke
I was the pimp he was my hoe
He been bringing me bags
No grocery store
I was the pimp he was my hoe
It aint never been love
It's the check that I want

I was a pimp and yea
He was a hoe
I get the bag Ryan slit I suppose
I get the bag while you scam on the lo
I was a pimp and yea you was a hoe
I'm in a space all the feelings
Gone set in caught a new
Vibe and thought that
Was upsetting dont move
Too quick I told you I'm not ready
Pull up with the blicks and
The sticks and machetes
Me and my niggas been
Counting the Fetty
Speeding off like I'm Andretti
Ya they said freestyle on time
We was just chilling face to
Face all night maybe he
Wants me because I
Got the bag maybe its
Cause I am best he ever had
Say you feeling good
I'm feeling bad I wake up
And I count the cash yeah

I was the pimp and
He was my hoe
He fill up the bags
Then I told him go
It ain't never been love
It's his check that I cuff