This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I bang the whip in the parkin' lot
Step out sparklin' a medallion as I listen to the club hop
Step in the spot, head noddin', countin' big faces
Now I'm plottin' how to get the freaks out the silk laces
Ok, my formula right, two parts of the cognac
One part shine of the ice
Fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak
Or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets
Game stay tight, spending money ain't a thing
'Cause we recoup when the track let loose
Hey yo, what ya'll want, you better bow to the mack
The playa, club predator, etc
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
I'm pimpin' through the crowd, I'm off to the spot
Where the balas and G's congregate when they pop collars
Look baby girl, you know my money is made
Can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade?
Apologize when you know it's a playa
Baby, you can hate the game, but you know it don't change
See it's like this we keep it on lock
And got it made, as we step in wife beaters and French braids
Get with this, 'cause we immaculate
We bang hits, money stacking it
Pop that Cris, pour me a glass
To get her drunk and make her give me the ass, holla back
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers
Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit, dig that
Step out sparklin' a medallion as I listen to the club hop
Step in the spot, head noddin', countin' big faces
Now I'm plottin' how to get the freaks out the silk laces
Ok, my formula right, two parts of the cognac
One part shine of the ice
Fake playa, cease you mouthpiece when I speak
Or you might find my name monogrammed between your girls sheets
Game stay tight, spending money ain't a thing
'Cause we recoup when the track let loose
Hey yo, what ya'll want, you better bow to the mack
The playa, club predator, etc
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
I'm pimpin' through the crowd, I'm off to the spot
Where the balas and G's congregate when they pop collars
Look baby girl, you know my money is made
Can I see your G-string in the back of the escalade?
Apologize when you know it's a playa
Baby, you can hate the game, but you know it don't change
See it's like this we keep it on lock
And got it made, as we step in wife beaters and French braids
Get with this, 'cause we immaculate
We bang hits, money stacking it
Pop that Cris, pour me a glass
To get her drunk and make her give me the ass, holla back
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers
Lets get the club up, show 'em how we came to get down
Lets get the club up, bounce ain't no standin' around
Lets get the club up, get 'em from wall to wall
Till my fellas get money, till the ladies drop drawers
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit
Keep pimpin' through the crowd, put your hands to the roof
Whoop, whoop, till your money is made
From my G's to the balas and balas up to the G's we on pimp
Playa, hustla type shit, dig that
Lyrics submitted by HoldURBreath
Hands to the Roof Lyrics as written by Chris James Elsner Ako Mack
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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