A
123
X02220
Bm
234
X24432
C
123
X32010
Dm
123
XX0231
F
234
133211
G
123
320003
Tom: G
{Chorus}
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out 
   A
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
But a bitch can't get a dollar out 
   A
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
But a bitch can't get a dollar out 
   A
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 But a bitch can't get a dollar out A 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 But a bitch can't get a dollar out A 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 But a bitch can't get a dollar out A 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 But a bitch can't get a dollar out A 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 But a bitch can't get a dollar out A 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 fade F G C Bm But please, please resent me always
Composição: Colaboração e revisão: Rene Abreu