P.I.M.P

{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
{Verse 1} 
Dm 
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars 
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada 
A 
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana 
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna 
Dm 
I spit a little G man, and my game got her 
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada 
A 
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 
Dm 
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 
A 
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head 
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread 
Dm 
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 
A 
Look baby this is simple, you can't see 
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
 
Verse 2:   Dm  -  A (im Wechsel) 
 
 
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me 
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P 
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy 
Head full of hair, bitch I'm 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, I'm the one you should call 
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall 
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small 
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit 
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
Verse 3:    Dm -  A  (im Wechsel) 
 
 
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 
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper 
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her 
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know 
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low 
Bitch choose with me, I'll 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, I'll put a charge on a bitch 
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six 
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch 
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK 
 
 
{Chorus} 
Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
             Dm 
I don't know what you heard about me 
                                      A 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
 
 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
                              Dm 
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P 
Dm 
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness 
                     A 
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know 
 
 
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster 
   Dm 
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH 
 
 
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F   G              C         Bm 
But please, please resent me always