[chorus:]

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

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Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana

She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her

A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in her 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, think she like me cause I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head

I'm that nigga trying to 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 fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P



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I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me

If you fucking with 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 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 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 tear up the mall

If ever you needed 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