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 motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
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
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 nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitc
