[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a *itch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a mother******' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a *itch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a mother******' P-I-M-P (Now shorty)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B.C.B.G, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feed them fools' fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G-Man and my game got her
An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick talkin' in her ear, sayin' they think about her
I got her right by the bar, tryna 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 ***** tryna holla 'cause I want some ****
I'm that ***** tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Man, hit that track, catch a date and come pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see?
You rollin' with me, you rollin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a *itch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a mother******' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a *itch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a mother******' P-I-M-P (Now shorty)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That B.C.B.G, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feed them fools' fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G-Man and my game got her
An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick talkin' in her ear, sayin' they think about her
I got her right by the bar, tryna 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 ***** tryna holla 'cause I want some ****
I'm that ***** tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Man, hit that track, catch a date and come pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see?
You rollin' with me, you rollin' with a P-I-M-P
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