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