P.I.M.P.

歌詞

(Chorus x2) I don't know what you heard about me but a bitch can't get a dollar outta me no Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'ma mutha fuckin' P.I.M.P. (Verse 1) Now shorty she in the club, she dancin' for dollars she gotta a thang for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada that BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana she feed them fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G, man and my game got her a hour later I had her ass up in the Ramada them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trynna 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 cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trynna holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trynna holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed bitch hit that track, catch a date and come and pay the kid look baby this is simple you can't see you fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P. (Chorus x2) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see girl you can holla at me if you fuckin' wit me I'm a P.I.M.P. not what you see on TV no Cadillac, no greasy head full of hair bitch I'm a P.I.M.P. come get money wit me if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P.I.M.P. roll in the Benz with me you can watch some TV from the back seat of my V I'm a P.I.M.P. girl we can pop some champagne and we can have a ball we could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all we could really splurge girl and tear up the mall if ever you need someone I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall if you got problems I can solve em' they big or they small that other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant,bitch. (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) I told you fools before I stay with the tools I keep a benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho til I got a bitch confused she got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer the cheaper man its so you can have her when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her man bitches come and go every nigga pimpin' know this ain't a secret you ain't gotta keep it on the low bitch choose on me I'll have you strippin' in the street put my other ho's down you'll get your ass beat now meet my bottom bitch she always comin' with my bread the last nigga she was with put stitches in her head get your ho outta pocket I'll put a charge on the bitch cause I need 4 tv's and AMG's for the 6 ho make a pimp rich I ain't payin' bitch catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick. (Chorus x2) Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no business like show biz. In the hood they say there's no business like ho business. You know they say I talk a little fast but if you listen a little fast I ain't gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, hahaha