COLE PIMP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J)

She lovin' it, she lovin' it, she love it here
She keep tellin' me to stay, she know I gotta go
I might tell a joke, but I'd never tell a lie
I told her pick a side, told mama hit my line
No hesi', no hesi', no hesitation
She ain't got no patience, already want a vacation
Only been for me like two months and already thinkin' 'bout movin' in
Who she think she fuckin' with? She must think I'm a whole trick
She want this life
Then you got to prove that you could give her this kind of life
Because all
(Cole, you stupid)

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here (Yeah), she ain't goin' nowhere

Love the Louis sweater
I could never sweat up
Blowin' up her phone, man, you gotta do better
A ho gon' be a ho, so you might as well let her
I'ma keep it P, you know the other three letters
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I ain't got no pick-up line, my car gon' make the ho get in
She don't get a piece of the pie, I never cut her in
You ain't never broke a bitch, you too busy cuddlin'
Break her heart and fuck her friend, fresher than a peppermint
This that pimp shit, I make her never fall in love again
Ballin' on these hoes, but I ain't keepin' score
You know my game go, I'm talkin' all pro

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere

Cole pimp got them panties droppin', got them panties droppin'
I could change her life, so don't act like I ain't got no options
All of them niggas that's microscopic compared to a real pimp
Hot-heated or cold-blooded or warm-hearted, they still simp
Hoes be makin' mad attempts to fuck up a nigga's dough
'Cause they only wanna get rich quick, so they ride on the back of my
Ayy, druggin' and poppin', head boppin', she know she droppin', she come with no hand
Like she was ridin' a bike, my bitch ain't bi, but she cold be on command
Top-notch hoes get the most out the list, uh
I'ma get the bag like a top dog finesser
Money talkin' to me like: Hey, Alexa
Tell me what's the reason for this pimp to get (Yeah)

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Lamb chop them like a Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a stan ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere