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

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 (now, shorty)

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 & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
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
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me (woo)
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

G-G-G-G-G Mix

I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P

I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

Yeah bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to Crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'(pimpin')

I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
'Cause I'm a motherfucking C-R-I-P

I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G (yeah, ay)
And I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

You need to switch over and ride with a star, it'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, pimp

We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old schools, white walls with mink floors (c'mon)
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Hand cuff her if you love her or your girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow (What?), She already should know (what?)
That money make the world go 'round, so lets get mo'
It's time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you might could be one, G-UNIT

I don't know what you heard about me (yeah)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (woo)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (uh-huh)
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me (uh-huh)
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking 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 little faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
Yeah

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Writer(s): Brandon Anthony Parrott, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Curtis James Jackson, Denaun M. Porter