Hook

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Verse 1: French Montana

When my [bad word] [bad word] get'cha [bad word] witcha
I hit'cha wit the chop, I'll fix yo [bad word] prop'
Caddy on the road, hustle in the cold 
Pocket fulla stacks and a [bad word] fulla O's

We the hottest niggas out, box them niggas out  [bad word] off the paint, light off the dank 
Let me get'cha in the mood, get'chu in da groove 
Does it all the time, built it from the ground 
 [bad word] what'cha thank, fish in the tank
Eybody watch, hustle'n non stop 
Cocaine Mafia, 4 foot pop 
Think ya outcha mind I'll putcha mind out

Got me on my south [bad word]  pills wit tha lean
Glock 10 shots f with the beam
Purple lambo smokin the rambo
Takin my chances, life is a gamble

Loading my ammo, lookin for the pay back
I knew you [bad word] niggas since way back
Fill up my needle, filling arenas 
Old mixtapes, ya dirty niggas stink 

Johnny Hancock, fillin the blank
2 head shots, blood on ya mink 
Montana juice, hard as a tank
These otha rap niggas ain't hot as ya think

Hook
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow 
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Verse 2
Who dat, who dat, ridin' dem street
Ridin' silver Phantom
Who dat, who dat got all the weed
Other [bad word] dealers can't stand 'em

Who dat, who dat be at the club
Throwing out wads of money
Who dat, who dat be on the grind
Probably trying to get this money

This [bad word] is too real
Stay high and pop pills [bad word] yeah I'm [bad word] 'Cos I dun blow mils

And I turned out plenty hoes
And I turned out plenty shows
And I did what you trying to do
And I [bad word] niggas mama too

lot of these niggas be hating on me
And their girlfriends be waving on me
They see me still getting these racks of cheese
And ain't no [bad word] out here backing me

We own everything that's in the lot
I didn't lay cash or [bad word] the stocks
So when you in the club with Petron on rocks
I'ma take you somewhere homie, I'ma own the spot

Hook
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes
Money, money, weed, blow
Pimpin, pimpin lots of hoes

Verse 3
I'ma get my niggas out the North side of Memphis, we cut throat
Hanging in the chest with real killers slinging cut dope
Robbery can get done, I just need a reason
They paying me my fours, boy, now that's good treason

Or straight suicide, now I gotta tax that [bad word] Forty barrel to his head, pay me off in crack or cash
Penetential read the chance, I'm just trying to advance
Caught a [bad word] slip and shot his [bad word] for a whole brick

Gotta think quick 'cos this lick could be my last shot