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-N-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-N-P Now shawty, now shawty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thang for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That B.C.B.G., Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her I spit a little G, man, then my gang got her Hour later, had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in the air sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink about her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, then she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryna holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna holla cause I want some red I could caress 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-N-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-N-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-N-P I'm bout my money, you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-N-P Now what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no breezy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-N-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-N-P Roll in the Benz with me, you can watch the TV Move in the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-N-P Girl, we can pop some champagne and we can have a ball We can dose to the good, like, girl, we can have it all We can really spurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you need 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 them, they bigger than small That other nigga you be with ain't bout * I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no Berms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-N-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no Berms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-N-P I told you fools before, I stick with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me, I got on Gator Shoes I'm shoppin' for the chillers, in the summer, the 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', no This ain't a secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I hear you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now, Nick, my bottom bitch, she always comin' with my bread The last nigga, she was whippin' stitches in her head Get your hoe out her pocket, I put a charge on the bitch Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pic rich, I ain't payin' bitch Catch a dick, suck a dick, *, trick 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-N-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-N-P In Hollywood, they say there's no business like show business In the hood, they say there's no business like hoe business You see, I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little fast I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch