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