[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
  [Repeat]
    [Verse 1]
  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
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
  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 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]
    [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 hoe til 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 hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
  Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
  You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
  Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
  Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
  Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
  The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
  Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
  Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
  Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
  Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
    [Chorus]
    Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
  In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
  They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
  I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
      [ Thanks Brandon for correction ]