P.I.M.P. (Live in Hawaii)

[Chorus] 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, shawty) [Verse] Now, shawty, she in the club, she dancin' 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 An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick n****s in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryna get a drink up out her Shе like my style, she likе 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 n**** tryna holler 'cause I want some head I'm that n**** tryna holler '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 fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P [Chorus] 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' P-I-M-P