I don't know what you heard about me
Put a can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
I don't know what you heard about me
Put a can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
Now shawty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She gotta thank for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dosie, and Cabana
She feed them fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my gang got her
I already had her, it's up in the Ramada
Them trick n****s in the air saying they think about her
I got the b**** by the bar trying to get a drink about her
She like my style, she like my style, she like the way I talk
She from the country, then she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that n**** trying to holler cause I want some
I'm that n**** trying to holler cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform
When she in the bed
Stick that track, catch her dating, come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You f***ing with me, you f***ing with a P-I-N-B
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
I'm bout my money, you see
Girl, you can holler at me
If you f***ing with me
I'm a P-I-N-B
Not what you see on TV
No Cadillac, no Prezi
Head full of hair
I'm a P-I-N-B
Come get money with me
If you're curious to see
How it feels to be
With a P-I-N-B
Rollin' the beans with me
You can watch the TV
From the backseat of my V
I'm a P-I-N-B
Girl, we could pop some champagne
And we could have a ball
We could throw some good like
Girl, we could have a ball
We could 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 big or they small
That other t*** you be
What ain't about you
I'm your friend, your father
And confidant
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no Perms, you can't see
Then I'm a P-I-N-B
I told you fools before
I stick with the tools
I keep a bin
Some rims
And some jewels
I holla at her
Till I got a f***ing fuse
She got on Payless
Me, I got on Gator Shoes
I'm shopping for chichillas
In the summer, they're cheaper
Man, it's so you can have her
When I'm done, I ain't gon' keep her
Man, b**** come and go
Ain't n***a pimpin' no
This is what I do



This ain't a secret
You ain't got to keep it on the low
Truth on me
I hear you strippin' in the street
Put my other f*** down
You get your f*** beat
Now Nick my bottom
He always comin' with my bread
Now last year
She was whippin' stitches in her head
Get your f*** out of pocket
I put a charge on the b****
Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
Make a p*** rich
I ain't payin' b****
Catch a date
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me





No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Then I'm a m****
P-I-N-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Then I'm a m****
P-I-N-P
Yeah
In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business
In the hood they say there's no business like b**** business
You know
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little fast, I ain't got to slow
down for you to catch up
Yeah
Catch up
Yeah
Catch up

Catch up
Catch up