pimpin' for George Washington
when paying a bar bill, your server brings you back a ungodly bunch of ones.
benevolent customer: "Hey, that biotch brought me back eight ones on my twelve dollar tab."
wingman: "Yeah, pimpin' for George Washington."
benevolent customer: "Now I'm only leaving him one."
wingman: "Yeah, pimpin' for George Washington."
benevolent customer: "Now I'm only leaving him one."