Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He jumps out the window with the john and hand
Escaped the first ray of bullets by the skin of his chin
It was way back when
He struggled with the thangs
The baby mama drama got him running away
And it's sad
Cause that's the Johnny we love
Thank the pimp gods for sending Johnny to us
[Verse 2]
I seen him move through the crowd like a snake
Cleaner than a clap doctor
On Sunday and Monday morning
He was bending corners with the dame
And she was rollin' up that Hosain
Sweet Johnny got a winner
butt naked & wild with the dildo in her
He eased on the gas and he tossed the blunt
Yellin' I'ma prolly die doin' what I love
[CHORUS]
But right now, I'ma pop my butterfly collar
And I'm about collecting them dollars
I got to have a quarter horse ridin
And she can't have less than fifty
I'ma about to pop this bottle
'Cause every day's a holiday tomorrow
And I'ma keep a couple quarters with me
Say three is seventy-five and two is fifty
[Verse 3]
Johnny hit the road with the seventy-five
He had an inside quarter watching his child
And she wasn't too happy being left behind
Done competed all this way and now you hate the crown
And it's sad
Cause the Johnny we love
Is making these broads blow their brains in the cup
[BRIDGE]
Johnny got some explaining to do
Baby left alone with a prostitute
And a black four-five with bodies
Pimp what you gone do?
Johnny eased on the gas and he tossed the love
Yellin' I'ma prolly die doin' what I love
[CHORUS]
Right now, I'ma pop my butterfly collar
And I'ma keep stackin' them dollars
And I'ma keep a quarter horse with me
And she can't make less than fifty
[Verse 4]
Johnny is missing in action
Some say the po-po axed him
'Cause Johnny took the po-po girlfriend
Po-po no more girlfriend
[CHORUS]
Johnny prolly poppin' them collars
And Johnny prolly stackin' them dollars
And Johnny prolly got four quarters with it
And they ain't bringin nothin' less than fifty
Johnny prolly poppin' them collars
'Cause every day's a holiday tomorrow
Johnny got a gang of women
he rolls three that's seventy-five and two is fifty
I know he out there poppin' that collar
I know he out there makin' them dollars
He prolly got a couple quarters with it
And every last one of them got to have fifty
[Outro]
Oh, Johnny
The pimp god
Yeah