Yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
I say, yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
Oh, I tell that hoe sell that p**y
Gimme that money
Keep that money comin' back in hundreds and the twenties
Sell that p**y, gimme that money
Hop on my dick like a playboy bunny
Yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
Real n***a till the day I die
And for my homies I ride
Represent that Fan City West Side
All you n***as want to hate 'cause I say that I'm the king
But ain't none of y'all n***as real enough
To come f** with a n***a like me
You see, n***as like me get money
Hey, we get money
n***as like me don't play
We grind hard, like ever single day sooo
You mutha f**as say you gotta problem
Then homie all you gotta do is start some sh**
'Cause b**h I gotta click full of gangstas that's ready to pop
As soon as you tell em let off a clip
And I stay so focused I used to live so hopeless
And now I'm on the grind on the grind yeah homie I'm a real P.I.
Yeah yeah I'm from the hood and you did not naw know naw know
And yeah yeah I do this good and I got them hoes them hoes