P-I-M-P

(Chorus 2x) 
I don’t know what u heard about me 
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me 
No Cadillac, no perms u can’t see 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 

(Verse1) 
Now shorty she in da club, she’s dancing for dollars 
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada 
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana 
She’s feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her 
I spit a little G man and my game got her 
A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada 
Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her 
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her 
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk 
She from the country, then she like me cuz I’m from New York 
I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head 
I’m that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread 
I could care less how she perform while she in the bed 
Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid 
Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking me u fucking with a P-I-M-P 

(Chorus 2x) 

(Verse 2) 
I’m by my money u see, girl u can holla at me 
If u fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P 
Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy 
Head full of hair bitch I’m a P-I-M-P 
Come get money with me, if you curious to see 
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P 
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV 
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P 
Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball 
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all 
We could really splurge girl, and tempt the mall 
If ever you need some one, I’m the one u should call 
I be there to pick u up if ever u should fall 
If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small 
Dat other nigga u be with aint about shit 
I’m your friend, your father, your confidant, BITCH 

(Chorus 2x) 

(Verse 3) 
Shawty I told u fools before, I stay with the twos 
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels 
I holla at a ho till I got a bitch confused 
She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes 
I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper 
Man this ho, you could have her when I’m done I aint gonna keep her 
Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know 
They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low 
Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street 
Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat 
Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with my bread 
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head 
Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch 
Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 
Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch 
Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick 

(Chorus 2x) 

Yea, In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business 
In the hood they say there’s no business like ho business 
U know 
See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real fast 
I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH
Yea