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    YOUNG BUCK

    T.I.P. 2005 ©

    Purse First

    Yeah, what's up girl
    Both of us tryin' to hit the spot
    Shit, we both can do it
    Where I come from
    Uh huh, uh huh niggaz be hustles
    Niggaz put it down
    It's purse first ass last

    Let's get this money baby
    Girl tell me now is you with me
    As long as you pay me
    We split the profits fifty, fifty
    I call you my lady
    If you surrender then I'm your nigga
    Become of member
    Of what I call my money getters
    Now, ain't no bullshitters ever made it far in life
    Only the hard hitters get foriegn cars and all the ice
    Turn off the light
    Let me show you what this nigga 'bout
    You lookin' right
    But my money still I gotta count
    It ain't no love lost
    Baby girl my love cost
    Let me get that out ya
    You know this nigga love to floss
    Both of us can ball bitch
    Soon you'll have of this
    I know you know the rules
    I get paid that mean we all rich
    Ten niggaz want pussy
    That mean you let 'em all hit
    Make my money, make it quick
    Then you better call me bitch
    look toward the future
    Forget about the past
    Better act like ya know
    It's purse first and ass last


    Bitch it's purse first and ass last
    Now how you livin' ho
    We both can get this damn cash
    I know ya heard me bitch
    It's purse first and ass last
    Now how you livin' ho
    We both can get this damn cash
    I ain't no pimp but
    It's purse first and ass last
    Now how you livin' ho
    We both can get this damn cash
    I know ya heard me bitch
    It's purse first and ass last
    Now how you livin' bitch
    We both can get this damn cash
    I know ya heard me uh uh

    Nigga when the goin' gets tough
    The hoin' gets fluff
    You showin' shit stuff
    Gotta go an get tough
    In there fuckin' for free
    You duckin' and pee suckin' that dee
    Less than three then you can't be fuckin' for me
    Jobbin' and shuckin' a G
    Got the game all crossed crissed
    Fucked around and be done lost this
    Bitches gettin' tossed this
    Yourself as my main ho
    Pussy slangin' bed pro
    You ain't got no money
    Nigga what the fuck you ask for head fo'
    Why, because I said so
    Don't make me let that lead go
    Better head yo ass back up in them hills
    Like fuckin' Jethro
    We down in the field posted up
    Pourin' Cristal toasted up
    If niggaz got figures
    Take 'em to the telly bitch you posed to fuck
    Take it off bitch
    Now look at me workin' wood wheel
    Sit back and see how the benefits of twerkin' could feel
    But being first born we curse worst than yo past
    That ho fast ass cuz it's purse first and ass last



    Now tell them broads carry on
    Sippin' on Dom Perignon
    Who me, maybe Corleone
    Call me lil' mobster
    Feedin' them lobsters
    Countin' mills with my Cuban partners
    Ninety-nine percent p-i-m-p
    Purse first, that's the slogan when you rollin' with me
    Game recognize game
    Soon as you you try, who you paid
    I'm a smart dove
    So you lucky to get some love
    What it is and what it was
    So keep that shit up on the cuz
    I floss endless
    You gettin' tempted cuz I'm pimpalicious
    Girlfriends wanna hit this
    Now you aimin' for my riches
    We roll Swishers
    Light up trees like it was Christmas
    Splitalicious, now you can be my broad if you with this
    As you can see girl I don't really need you
    Keep them girls for the money
    Show you the baller preview
    Keep yo eyes open
    Broads read niggaz like they see through
    Throw 'em a couple g's
    They wanna be with you
    The way I play my cards
    Show 'em the ice like I'm a superstar
    See where they comin' at
    And keep 'em away from that
    Platinum coated diamonds
    Show the pump where I'm livin' at
    Now is you with it
    You ain't a playa you nigga
    You a nigga with money tryin' to fake friend ya picture
    Now how you gon' play the bower a tia for that money richer
    And when you call ya broad that bitch don't even come up with ya
    All up in another nigga's crib but she done fuckin' with ya
    Now see I start 'em up
    And then I hit 'em up
    Switch 'em up and dish 'em up
    And let my niggaz hit 'em up

    2005 ©

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