Baby girl let me take it off, before I break you off.
Skin looks so soft, in that candy gloss.
No need to floss, cuz you wit the boss.
Let me cover your body in apple sauce.
Then lick it off, nice and slow .
Until your hair grows into an afro.
Until your bones ache cuz you cant take mo.
Until your dripping wet onto the floo.
Then you got to go, cuz I'm a pimp see.
Out on the street making my money.
Trying to make a dollar of a few cds.
So I can retire before I'm forty.
Going crazy, when I step on stage.
I use the microphone to release my rage.
Turn nice girls into kinky slaves.
Once I get 'em back to the bat cave.

CHORUS
Now bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.
Shorty bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.

I was chillin in the club, on a Saturday night.
High like an orbiting satellite.
I seen this fly Asian, who looked half white.
In expensive jeans, that looked too tight.
So they fit just right, and I asked her name.
Shorty was hip to a playa's game.
She asked for a drink, to see if I was lame.
Paying for her drink, meant I had no game.
So I turned her down, asked her name again.
She looked in my eyes, and started smiling.
Said about the drink, she was only playin.
Leaned on my chest and started flirtin.
Her name was Kaylin, she was from the chi.
She loved some Twista and Do or Die.
It was hot indoors so we went outside.
Had sex in the back seat of her ride.

CHORUS
Now bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.
Shorty bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.

Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
Mr. Poizonous, if you don't know me.
Used to be a menace to society.
Now po-po trying to hire me.
I ain't no snitch, so they got to go.
Got some nice treez that we can blow.
I got a few plants that I like to grow.
Dry em, cut em sell em, then get the doe.
You can call it cheddar or you can call it gwap.
Call it what you want, the hustle don't stop.
Until I'm filthy rich, calling in my own shots.
Buying up property by the block.
So I can shop, for my family.
Put 'em somewhere warm and comfy.
In a nice house close to the sea.
Kickin back in the lap of luxury.

CHORUS (2X)
Bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.
Shorty bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce
And put it in my pocket.
Mr. T.V. P.I.I.M.P.
All I wanna see is you got my money.