Cupcakke - Marge Simpson lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Oh, oh-oh, baby Oh, no-no, no, no-no Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby Oh, no-no, no, no-no [Pre-Chorus] Big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big pimpin' Walk up in the back, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah) Big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm) [Chorus] Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God) Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah) Big pimpin', get the money then dip Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson [Verse 1] Man, why you keep textin' my phone? Leave me alone Boy, I do not want your dick I see that ni**a, he thirsty as fu*k, I ain't givin' him sh*t Better swallow his spit All that lurkin' on my motherfu*kin' page [?], oops, I ain't mean to like that pic Took her to Victoria Secrеts, and bought him some bras Since he likе to act like a b*tch (Hahaha) I got a type, and it ain't you I like them ni**as who spendin' that cash I like them fat Homer Simpson ass ni**as, that feed me, they fat and they sass (Bling) b*tch, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothin' on the floor, I want everything locked in a glass Then we fu*kin' fast, take him to the back of the store, then he bustin' a hole in my mask Now give me your money, dummy I don't wanna hear what you cannot afford We back in his car, he complaining how I spent all his money, I said, "King, pass me the aux cord" I don't wanna hear that sh*t, be near that sh*t What the fu*k do you ni**as be thinkin'? Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I fu*k him, so I won't see him cum quicker than I be blinkin' (Mmm) [Pre-Chorus] Big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big pimpin' Walk up in the back, limpin' (Oh yeah, yeah-yeah) Big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Big, big pimpin' (Big pimpin') Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson (Mmm) [Chorus] Marge Simpson, Ma-Ma, Marge Simpson (On God) Marge Simpson, you can call me Marge Simpson (Yeah, yeah) Big pimpin', get the money then dip Money stack up so tall, look like the hair on Marge Simpson [Verse 2] I don't want your man, darling Even though I could take him so damn quick I done set a [?], his sack five times, had to hit him ball meter, whole damn Saks Fifth Feeling like Taylor when I get this money 'cause I spend it so, so swift 'Cause I only check for ni**as with big bags, like an airport trip You know my aesthetic, we could do credit Baby, make sure the receipt get shredded 'Cause he got a girl at home, and if she come for me, somebody come for her, the paramedics Yeah, I said it, text it, DeJ Loaf ni**a better know to come for [?] (That money) Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that's how a real b*tch walk up in wedges And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won't even give no fu*ks I just hope nobody throw him a funeral, 'cause I could use those bucks I'ma make him turn into his grave, I ain't givin' no apologies If anything, when I buy the Prada with his cards, that motherfu*ker better be proud of me (That motherfu*ker better be proud of me) [Outro] Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (That motherfu*ker better be proud of me) Oh, oh-oh, baby Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Oh, no-no, no, no-no Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, baby Oh, no-no, no, no-no (That motherfu*ker better be proud of me)