Karaoké P.I.M.P. 50 Cent

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Now, shawty, she in the club she dancin' for dollars

She got a thing for that

Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry

Dolce and Gabbana

She feed them foolish fantasies

They pay her 'cos 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 niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her

I got the bitch 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 'cos I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga tryna holler 'cos I want some head

I'm that nigga tryna holler 'cos 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 can't see

You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I'm 'bout my money, you see

Girl, you can holler at me if you fuckin' 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 some 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

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I told you fools before

I stay with the tools

I keep a Benz, some rims and some jewels

I holler at a ho 'till I got a bitch confused

She got on Payless, me

I got on gator shoes

I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer they cheaper

Man, this ho, you can have her when I'm done

I ain't gon' keep her

Man, bitches come and go every nigga pimpin' know

This ain't no secret you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch, choose on me

I'll have you strippin' in the street

Put my other hoes down you get your ass beat

Now Niki my bottom bitch she always come up with my bread

The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your ho out of pocket

I'll put a charge on a bitch 'cos I need four TVs and AMGs for the six

Ho, make a pimp rich

I ain't payin', bitch

Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms you can't see that I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Yeah

In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business

In the hood they say there's no business like ho business you know

They say I talk a little fast but if you listen a lil' faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch

Ha ha ha

Yeah