P.I.M.P

I got a pen, more than a hundred, I call mom to tell her I'm okay
Some shorties, a lot of weed and my friends
The street is colder than this Heineken
Pink shirt, drink in hand, with that girl I act like a PIMP

I know queen, I also have dreams
But all is cream and not my team
That bitch doesn't even dance, she's bitter, all stiff with a cigarette between her claws
A real gentleman drinking my drink at the bar, so much sex doesn't even stop with viagra

I go calmly hooded like Kenny
Walking like that black guy in the scene
With a lot of weed and half a movie in my eye
With so many bitches I feel like Tinelli

That cat throws parties with friends, ends up wet without getting into the pool
She has a big ass, but she's classy, it's not that she's shy, she takes cocaine
I bring G-Funk like the fucking Dogg Pound
And those niggas say they're underground?

Look, boy, girls come, girls go
Don't put on anything, the second round is coming
Stay chilling, because they can
They put on what they want, the PIMP is coming

Tonight just music, no TV
But at my house, bae', I don't need hotels
The pain in the ass, the drug guy
He has no heart, that's why he steals

I film her naked, when we're alone
Swallow it all, the camera adores you