Aftermath records - P.I.M.P. lyrics

[Produced by Mr. Porter] [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But a b**h can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherf**in' P-I-M-P [Verse 1] 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 a** up in the Ramada Them trick n***as in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the b**h 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 n***a tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some head I'm that n***a tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed b**h, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid! Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You f**in' with me, you f**in' with a P-I-M-P [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But a b**h can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherf**in' P-I-M-P [Verse 2] I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you f**in' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, b**h, 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 n***a you be with ain't 'bout sh** I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b**h [Hook] I don't know what you heard about me But a b**h can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherf**in' P-I-M-P [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some j**els I holla at a ho 'til I got a b**h confused She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her When I'm done I ain't gon' keep her Man, b**hes come and go, every n***a pimpin' know You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low b**h, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your a** beat Now Niki my bottom b**h She always come up with my bread The last n***a she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b**h ‘Cause I need four TV's and AMG's for the six Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', b**h Catch a date, s** a dick, sh**, trick [Outro] 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," you know? They say I talk a little fast But if you listen a little faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, b**h