As The World Turns - UGK
Money make a pimp pimp h**s
Hustlers sell d**e thugs gun smoke what
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go round as the world turns
N**ga I need money to maintain hustlin' ain't a game
N**ga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame
TVs in the range I'm into nice thangs
I slang w**d coc*ine and heroine
50 cent that's my name n**ga I bring the pain
You thought sh*t stay the same n**ga sh*t gon' change
Put a bullet in your brain n**ga at close range
Run away with ya rollie your rings and your motherf**king chain
Ain't nothing funny mang I'm about my money mang
B**ch get down on that track and get my money I ain't playing
Better understand what I'm saying what I'm saying I ain't playing
I'll be in front of your crib laying with the mac to start spraying
Any n**ga that's in the game for the fame gotta be a lame
Crackers'll put ya in chains box'll drive you insane
Sun can't shine all the time man it's gotta rain
That ho loose as hell you betta crack the whip mang
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf**kin' h**s
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf**kin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his a** dead broke
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf**kin' h**s
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf**kin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his a** dead broke
I live life in the fast lane
Man I ain't got nutting to lose everything to gain
Either you with me or against me man ain't nutting change
N**ga you go against the grain I'll make you walk with a cane
Now n**ga now who you gon' blame when sh*t ain't the same
N**ga nobody hears your name you got down wit a gang
O thirty one blood y'all n**gas do your thang
You got two felonies f**k it go out with a bang
Y'all n**gas wanna hang with n**gas that filthy rich
They ain't even got to talk to take your b**ch
One look was all it took she seen the benz o
She seen them TVs and them big old rims Holmes
Ayo the b**ch useta bring you dough used to be your bottom ho
Now your paper comin' slow she feel like she had to go
Roll with them rich n**gas and ball with them ballers
Politic with the willies the real shot callers
I got one life to live follow that light that keeps on guiding me
Haters trying me h**s is a bidein me media ride me
King of the underground so the streets is steady hiding me
Representing sure tasters the yay' keep taking pride in me
Streets deciple slide in me status reports the badest
You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I can't stay away like too hort I gets to break a bastards back
Tore em up get lem ready to port put' em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will it's me and 50 cent
My n**ga live in trife and that's real talking sh*t on us
That's like pulling out a knife and don't kill that's on the trill
I'm on for million wit your pit in the clit that sh*t true
I split through your defence so relentless get you
Without you even knowing got you stripping and even h**ing
You don't wanna let the pro in the door this what we showing
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf**kin' h**s
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf**kin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his a** dead broke
A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothaf**kin' h**s
A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothaf**kin' dough
A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke
A playa ain't a playa if his a** dead broke
Is your b**ch your b**ch or is your b**ch mines
Is your b**ch your b**ch all the time
You done got your paper now it's time I get mines
Except the serve and everything'll be fine b**ch
Running from pimpin b**ch you need to run to some pimpin
Wit them cheap a** payless shoes you got on ho
You still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look like
Look at you motherf**ka here huh b**ch
How you gonna catch some dates looking like that ho
B**ch get off the sidewalk and into the street
B**ch the sidewalk is for pimpin b**ch
