• Get Rich Or Die Trying
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  • Get Rich Or Die Trying


    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
    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

    [Chorus][Verse 2]
    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][Verse 3]
    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


    Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
    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
    I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

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