Lyrics

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 motherfuckin' P.I.M.P 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 motherfuckin' P.I.M.P Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies They pay her, 'cause they want her 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 sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' 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 tryna holla 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna 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 I don't know what you heard about me (woo!) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P 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 motherfuckin' P.I.M.P I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' 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 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 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 motherfuckin' P.I.M.P 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 motherfuckin' P.I.M.P
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter, Brandon Parrott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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