Oh I might be a pimp
And you might be a hoe
But baby I will love you
Till I grow old
And I might be a player
And you might be a whore
But baby I won't let go
Till I'm at deaths door

doo, doo, doo, doo....

Oh I might be a pimp
And you might be a hoe
But baby I will love you
Till I grow old
And I might be a player
And you might be a whore
But baby I won't let go
Till I'm at deaths door

Ooo girl I see you
Standing there
You're looking so fresh
I can smell it in the air
And baby you make it rain
Everytime those lips
Holla my name
And darling you make
Me pop my collar
When I'm holdin' on you hand
I feel like million' dolla
And aye bay bay
When I see those hips sway
You take my breath away.

Oh I might be a pimp
And you might be a hoe
But baby I will love you
Till I grow old
And I might be a player
And you might be a whore
But baby I won't let go
Till I'm at deaths door