Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ 50 Cent - P.i.m.p ------------------------------------------ [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 mother fucking P-I-M-P [repeat] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, and Fendi, and tha 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 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] 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, Im a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop the 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] 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 on 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, shit, 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 Ha ha