P.I.M.P. - HEDEGAARD Remix

What you heard about?
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about me?
 P.I.M.P.
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about me?
 P.I.M.P.
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about me?
 P.I.M.P.
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about?
 What you heard about me?
 P.I.M.P.
 Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
 She got a thang for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
 That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
 She feed them foolish fantasies
 They pay her, 'cause they want 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
 Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
 You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a 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.
 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.
 P.I.M.P.
 Motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.
 I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
 If you fuckin' 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 some TV
 From the back seat 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
 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.
 P.I.M.P.
 Motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.
 I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
 If you fuckin' 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 some TV
 From the back seat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P.