Jeff Lorber

P.I.M.P.
I don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PNow shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollarsShe got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that PradaThat BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and GabanaShe feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wannaI spit a little G man, and my game got herA hour later, have that ass up in the RamadaThem trick niggas in her ear saying they think about herI got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out herShe like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talkShe from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New YorkI ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some headI'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some breadI could care less how she perform when she in the bedBitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kidLook baby this is simple, you can't seeYou fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-PLetras de cancionesI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at meIf you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-PNot what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasyHead full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-PCome get money with me, if you curious to seehow it feels to be with a P-I-M-PRoll in the Benz with me, you could watch TVFrom the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-PGirl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ballWe could toast to the good life, girl we could have it allWe could really splurge girl, and tear up the mallIf ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should callI'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fallIf you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they smallThat other nigga you be with ain't bout shitI'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCHI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI told you fools before, I stay with the toolsI keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewelsI holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confusedShe got on Payless, me I got on gator shoesI'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaperMan this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep herMan, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin knowYou saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the lowBitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the streetPut my other hoes down, you get your ass beatNow Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my breadThe last nigga she was with put stitches in her headGet your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitchCause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the sixHoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitchCatch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICKI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PI don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-PYeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'nessIn the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya knowThey say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil fasterI ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH From Letras Mania