three 6 mafia
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Three six mafia! Put your money where your mouth is boy If you really wanna do something  [Chorus] Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,  I got whips, I got hoes Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,  I got whips, I got hoes Bitch, I got money, I got clothes,  I got whips, I got hoes  Im riding tall on 24's, spittin' game right to the hoes My windows tinted black, make you think you saw a ghost My hoe painted whit on white, inside leather white on white Cheefin' drinkin' up all night, ballin' now thats life Ladies wanna roll with me, roll a bag of dro with me Party till the crack of dawn, when I'm down in your city I'm all about this pimpin' when it comes to women Get some head while tryin' to mac, oh what a feelin'  [Chorus]  Here I am so fresh so so clean Off in the club, now shut up I said I blew the hoes brain Before I came, I said I blew the whole thing Clean off the dollar off in my black on black Impala The Don Dotta is what they call me over seas But over here I say I'm the king of Memphis Tennessee Wrap its a wrap, haters wrapped off up in my duct tape What it takes, I been hard since my first mixtape Fakes get your cheese up, way, way, way, up To my level high in the clouds where my Daddy rests in heaven But on another note so squad, so I changed the name I surpass clean like a baby, I'm clean clean  [Chorus]  [Repeat: x2] That paper is like trash nigga, Throw that shit out [Repeat: x4]  Big rims, big cars, big gwop Metal stars in the hood Gettin' rich, gettin' it, livin' large Sellin' white,  Sellin' pills,  Sellin' crystal meth,  Sellin' weed,  Sellin' speed, Till theres nothin' left Fresh clothes, fully robed get my roll on  Phone really off the hook, bitch hold on  I got a brand whip I put some low pro's on  So I can hit the club strip get some chose on   [Chorus]