Lyrics P.O.P. - Ramirez

MTM hit ′em with the heat!
I pull up, caddy with the spokes spinnin' wood grain grippin′
Plexin' like you something but you
Sipping on what these broke bitches do?
Gold diggin' hoes know that I be on that player shit
I′d rather you fuck all on my bitch before I let you hit
I′m maxed up, catch me posted in the shake junt
Sippin' on the louie 13, twistin′ on the skunk
Break a trick off this mac and in this game there's shit to see
Cuff up yo′ chick before I make that hoe my bitch!
Serve me up some Alizé
And roll a pound of hay
Check it baby, wash the whip cuz' I just got some fresh new paint
Choppin′ blades, stayin' paid, just another lovely day
Mackin' on these tenders boy I wouldn′t have it anyway
You see this player pimpin′
Cold hearted, breakin' bitches
I be tellin′ you that I love you but I be doggin' women
I want your purse first, and then yo′ ass last
I can see through you pussy niggas you something like glass
My uncle told me since a jitt to never trust no bitch
To get yo paper cuz' it′s certain that hoes come with it
You see the roley on my wrist?
I dropped a stack for this
And you know it's a function when gorillas in this bitch
I'm in my new Jag
I′m moving too fast
Bendin′ the corners swerving up off this pill I'm bout to crash
They sayin′ "Who's that?"
That must be new cap
Poppin′ my collar, revving the gas now watch the ponies prance