[Intro: 50 Cent]
Ayo

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Chris Brown, 50 Cent]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', n***a, back to trickin'

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Hey, ho, get back to twerkin', back to workin' (Yeah)
Get back to strippin', they back to tippin' (Woo!)
Them stacks is fallin', they back to ballin' (Come on)
Them bottles poppin', bitch, the mall is callin' us
Quit fuckin' around, not playin' around, bitch, shit is for real (For real)
Quick makin' a stack, bag make us a mill, I mean, get us a deal (Come on)
Bitch, fix us a meal, tell me how does it feel?
On the social network when they say a n***a really ain't got no chill

[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent, 50 Cent & Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, n***a, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here
We pimpin', n***a
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Chris Brown, 50 Cent, Chris Brown]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', n***a, back to trickin' (Ayo)
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
She report to pimpin', n***a, back to trickin'
We pimpin', n***a

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
P.I.M.P., who the shotta dem?
I'm the girl dem sugar, watch 'em follow him
Have the homies come through, 500, that be the block (Fruits)
Tag yo' shit, we goin' up on the Instagram
Higher than a ceilin' fan
I'm whippin' bricks in the kitchen
I'm flyin' shit out the window like I was Peter Pan
I handle my own shit, I own shit
Alone shit, middle finger to the middleman
Anybody that can get it when they want it
Finger fuckin' bitches, she gon' tell me when she cummin'
50 in this bitch and I ain't askin' him for nothin'
That's my OG, if a n***a trippin', get to bustin'
Mo' money mean mo' problems
If your n***a got the money, we gon' rob him
Boy, I'm simply, a P.I.M.P
And I'ma let it go 'til the clip on empty (Wow!)
[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent, 50 Cent & Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, n***a, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here
We pimpin', n***a

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I'm gettin' big money, startin' to get hard to keep a n***a from hatin' (Yeah)
I'm with a white bitch, n***a, Google this shit, we interracial datin' (Haha)
This is a new wave, I'm a new Wraith, a n***a sit on suede (Come on)
Like I'm Special Ed, but I ain't Special Ed, bitch, I got it made (Ow!)
We here to make the paper, hope you n***as on the same page (Yeah)
You know boy in the hood'll have you runnin' like Ricky from the twelve gauge
You know my bottom bitch, I done told her how to break a n***a twelve ways
A few tricks a day, that there keep the bill collectors away
You hear my name on the street, it's circulatin', you heard I'm cakin' (Mm)
You n***as tryna compete, perpetratin', what's percolatin'? (Yeah)
I got game for days, ask around, they'll tell you I put it down
So a ho feels like I'm right next to her when a n***a 'way out town

[Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent, 50 Cent & Chris Brown]
He think he fuckin' my bitch, n***a, that bitch for rent
He know how to treat a ho, I mean all that money spent
She says you a sweetheart, a sweetheart
Things tend to go a little different 'round here
We pimpin', n***a
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Chris Brown, 50 Cent, Chris Brown]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', n***a, back to trickin' (Ayo)
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes (Oh)
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough (Ooh, ooh)
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' (Yeah)
She report to pimpin', n***a, back to trickin'
We pimpin', n***a