| You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
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| Don’t no other mami give me head like you
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| I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
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| Now you ain’t gotta pretend like you like the promoter
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| We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
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| You goin to sleep thinkin that this can’t be life
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| Don’t mistake my talkin modest
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| Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
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| Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
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| Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
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| Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
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| Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
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| When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
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| New school your neck, take that herringbone off
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| Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
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| System old school, play 'em and had 'em
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| We makin it happen, oh yeah
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| Turn this off for a minute
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| We can do bigger things if you widdit
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| We can be me and you, I know you feel it
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| You can say, «La la-la la, la la la la»
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| All you want, you can get it
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| You can have all my time, let’s spend it
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| The way you do your thing, I can’t forget it
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| Got me screamin, «Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma»
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| Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
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| Got birds on the side, I don’t treat 'em like you
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| I don’t let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
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| They already know they gotta pay for they meals
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| Say I’m, comin at you with lines, think they lies
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| Just because I don’t match your compatible sign
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| I’mma let the world see, other boos can’t relate
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| Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
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| When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
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| Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
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| And ma I’m gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
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| «La la-la la, la la la la» — oh yeah, look
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| Private party, it’s just me, you
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| And the new India. |
| Arie, you won’t be sorry
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| Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley (?)
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| Y’all ask me hardly nah, I’m up to par
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| Breguet my miss, no less for my miss
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| And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
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| I need dat in my life, a G might cry
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| But you the only one that ever get to see that side
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| Look, my lady fresh, we ain’t gotta rush
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| We can take baby steps, that may be the best
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| Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
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| But mom’s sayin what’s good I’m tryin to know you
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| If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
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| Ready to take things a little mo' serious
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| Ain’t nervous no more, you heard it all before
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| Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
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| Stop, I’m tired of trickin, I’m tired of pigeons
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| Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
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| Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
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| Babygirl that’s the life we’d be livin, overstand somethin
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| Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
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| Let me get the chance, I can show you more
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| Let me get to know you more, I’ll be screamin out
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| «La la-la la, la la la la»
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| If I could, wife you out, ride this out
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| You’re the only one I wouldn’t ride without
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| I could show you what this life’s about
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| I be screamin out, «Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma»
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| — repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs
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| This is the type of shit right here, listen
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| You gotta go to the car wash on this one
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| Hehe, you can’t ride around dirty and dusty and shit
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| If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
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| Take it to the car wash
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| Don’t just get the exterior joint neither
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| We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
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| And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
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| So it’s smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
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| Ha ha! |
| Ayy. |