I don't what you heard about me But a can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a motherfucking
I know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a P-I-M-P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for She got a thing for Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and She them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Them trick niggas in her ear they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm New York I that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga to holla cause I want some bread I could care how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you see You fucking with me, you fucking a P-I-M-P
I don't what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a motherfucking
I don't what you heard about me But a can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a motherfucking
I'm bout my money you see, you can holla at me If you fucking me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a Come get money with me if you to see How it feels to be a P-I-M-P in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a Girl, we could pop some champagne and we could have a We could toast to the good life, girl, we have it all We could splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone I'm the one you call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should If you got problems I can solve 'em, big or they small That other nigga you be ain't 'bout shit I'm friend, your father, and confidant, bitch
I know what you heard about me But a bitch get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard me But a bitch get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a P-I-M-P
I told you fools before, I with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some I holla at a ho I got a bitch confused She got on me? I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho you can have her, I'm done I ain't gon' keep her Man, bitches and go, every nigga pimping know You saying secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose with me, I'll you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get ass beat Now my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last she was with put stitches in her head Get ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Ho make a rich, I ain't paying bitch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
I don't know what you heard me But a bitch can't get a out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a P-I-M-P
I don't know you heard about me But a bitch can't get a out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you see That I'm a P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say "there's no like show b'ness" In the they say "there's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little I ain't got to down for you to catch up, bitch