Illusion, Coma, Pimp & Circumstance Prince

[Chorus]
She knew which fork to use but she couldn't dance
So he hipped her to the funk in exchange for the finance
Who's pimping who if nobody gets a second chance?
This is the story of illusion, coma, pimp, and circumstance

[Verse 1]
She was older but rich beyond compare
Drop a thousand dollars at the salon just to get her hair did
He was good at compliments, better in the bunk
She laced him with a crib in Paris, he hipped her to the funk

Way too fine he was for her
A dirty dog in expensive fur
As long as she's providing chips and whips
We can do this funky thing

As long as she was playing the host
He figured he would make the most of them hips and lips
He hooked her up, rocked her coast to coast

(Ugly) So ugly, rich beyond compare
She's dropped a couple hundred thousand dollars on a silver whip
Just to match the colour of her hair
She said "I got plenty of what you need
Put the spoon down honey, came on, let mama feed you"