The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me You may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week Takin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, "Gimme cheeks" Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn't dance Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights Ain't fuck a prostitute but the head nice, get right From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe Way I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice New place every day, what I would give to just have ten nights Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long Or am I wrong? Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D Uh, the girls ask me for that Willie D What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong? Live it up 'cause you don't live that long (How about another one?) Or am I wrong? Hey It's young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage Travelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff Back up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to fuck 'em doggy Prolly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons On and on, DJ's puttin' on my song People say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John Tom Tom, direct me to that money please Square sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C And I know, "In God we trust," but how much do they trust in me? Enough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah Shit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen You fuck your hand, askin', "How much money can I fit into this rubberband?" Hustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can Excuse my French, that's just how I'd talk if I was Russell Brand Know that I'm the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days "All I make is hits, call me T-Pain!" Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay Talk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father Then I busted in her face while she told me, "It's an honor" Bob O'Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken Got a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens I wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper Then put your head inside the waters, enjoy the flavor, heh