Lletres: Three 6 Mafia. The End. I Ain't Goin.

My pockets are swollen, swollen
My bankroll is foldin', foldin'
Some niggas out there blowin'
But baby, I ain't goin'

See I bought a black Bonneville, keep pimpin'
I'm out here tryin' to make a mil, my nigga winnin'
A new crooked cell phone, you on
So junkies won't call my home, man he gone

Some niggas that I can trust, we straight
Some killas that'll fuck you up, we made
Let's chop it up and let it stack, that's the business
Then rent a house and sell some crack, yeah, we in it

Let's get the word all over town, you da man
These hatin' niggas set you down with the plan
Let's bang some rocks and slang some oot dem boys know
Whatever's gonna make the loot 'cause we can short 'em

The shake down we always go, we be deep
Sometimes we have to throw dem 'bows, I brought the heat
Some playas down to make some mean, what's the word?
A pimp gon' always pimp again, my niggas heard what's goin' on

My pockets are swollen, swollen
My bankroll is foldin', foldin'
Some niggas out there blowin'
But baby, I ain't goin'

My pockets are swollen, swollen
My bankroll is foldin', foldin'
Some niggas out there blowin'
But baby, I ain't goin'

See I'm sippin' on some bud light, this shit is cold
I'm hustlin' tryin' to get a bite, let's make this load
My fishing rod is bending, we hit the jackpot
[Unverified] it's like a piece of art

But every time I start to fish, I got a catch
Some police snitches gotta snitch, I got a match
Let's call up the hidden man with the AK
And let them boys' blood drain