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[Chorus]

I dont know what you heard about me

But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see

That Im 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 Gabbana

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 Im from New York

I aint that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head

Im 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 cant see

You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P[Chorus][Verse 2]

Im bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me

If you fucking with me, Im a P-I-M-P

Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy

Head full of hair, bitch Im 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, Im the one you should call

Ill be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall

If you got problems, I can solveem, they big or they small

That other nigga you be with aint bout shit

Im 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

Im shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper

Man this hoe you can have her, when Im done I aint gon keep her

Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know

You saying its secret, but you aint gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, Ill 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, Ill put a charge on a bitch

Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six

Hoe make a pimp rich, I aint paying bitch

Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK[Chorus]Yeah, in Hollywoood they say theres no bness like show bness

In the hood they say, theres no bness like hoe bness ya know

They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster

I aint got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

***

[Припев]

Не знаю, что ты обо мне слышала,

Но ни одна су*а не получит от меня и копейки.

Ни Кадиллака, ни бесплатных визитов в салон красоты. Неужели ты не видишь,

Что я чёртов С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р?[Повтор][1-ый куплет]

Сейчас эта красотка в клубе, она танцует за деньги.

У неё пристрастие к Gucci, Fendi, Prada,

BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana.

Она удовлетворяет их глупые фантазии, а они платят ей, потому что хотят платить.

Я шепнул ей кое-что, и моя игра её заинтриговала.

Час спустя я отымел эту поп*у в Рамаде,

А слабаки-ниге*ы говорили ей на ухо, что думают о ней.

Я снял эту су*у, предложив ей выпить в баре.

Ей понравился мой стиль, моя улыбка, моя речь.

Она сама из деревни, поэтому я думаю, что нравлюсь ей, потому что я