Marge Simpson

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

Big pimpin' (big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (big pimpin')

Big pimpin'

Walk up in the bank, 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)

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

Man, why you keep textin' my phone?

Leave me alone

Boy, I do not want your dick

I see that nigga, he thirsty as fuck, I ain't givin' him shit

Better swallow his spit

All that lurkin' on my motherfuckin' page

‘Till it’s oops, I ain't mean to like that pic

Took him to Victoria Secret, and bought him somе bras

Since he love to act likе a bitch (hahaha)

I got a type, and it ain't you

I like them niggas who spendin' that cash

I like them fat Homer Simpson ass niggas, that feed me the fat in this ass (bling)

Bitch, I'm expensive, don't bring me nothin' on the floor, I want everything locked in a glass

Then we fuckin' 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: Can you pass me the aux cord?

I don't wanna hear that shit, be near that shit

What the fuck do you niggas be thinkin'?

Gotta wear a sleep mask, every time I fuck him, so I won't see him cum quicker than I be blinkin' (mmm)

Big pimpin' (big pimpin')

Big, big pimpin' (big pimpin')

Big pimpin'

Walk up in the bank, 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)

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

I don't want your man, darling

Even though I could take him so damn quick

I done sat up on his sack five times

After he done bought me the whole damn Saks Fifth

Feeling like Taylor when I get this money 'cause I spend it so, so swift

'Cause I only check for niggas with big bags, like an airport trip

You know my aesthetic, we could do credit, debit

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

Nigga better know to come full breaded (that money)

Put a stack of money on the bottom of my sneakers, that's how a real bitch walk up in wedges

And he could die today, day or tomorrow, I won't even give no fuck

I just hope nobody throwin' 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 motherfucker better be proud of me (that motherfucker better be proud of me)

Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah (that motherfucker 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 motherfucker better be proud of me)