B.I.G.P.I.M.P.S.I.S.I. Tela (Ft. Too $hort)

[Verse 1: Tela]
Put that ass on a plane, first class not coach
Fuck with her brain a little bit, befo' you show the ho the ropes
Let her know everything you say and do is all true
So even if ya lying she'll believe the plan is fool proof
Clear blue skys coming through on Continental
The game ain't changed, it's all the same you see it's quite simple
Take her to the shop, you know, to get her hair and her nails done
Even take her to the mall
Buy her some pieces, some real nice ones
Like Chanel suits and boots, never give the ho the loot
Everything that she possesses has to come through you
Even the petty, fetti that you keep ready
Under the mat of your Eddie Bauer check it every hour
Money, power
And that's cool, but respect you'll earn
So you gotta let this ho know or you might get burned
She'll be like, "Um, I'm sore and tired and I can't dance"
Put that ass back in the club cause she clowning you man
That her plan

[Hook]
B.I.G. to the hump back I
M to the hump back crooked letter I
Crooked letter I
Big pimps is out
Big pimps is out