| in that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he |
| got one of these GS-4's? Navigator system and everything, word up… |
| Chorus — (Singing) Thats all I wanted, was someone special, someone |
| sacred in my life, Baby won’t you be my Daddy Figure… |
| I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views |
| minks with laced jewels |
| nails, hairdo’s and facials |
| placed you in snake shoes |
| did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise |
| the beige creludes |
| your pockets stay full, upgraded you, made me wait too |
| I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel |
| put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle |
| my whole angle, allow you in my triangle |
| to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single |
| these other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls |
| they Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles |
| but now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles |
| and all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu’s |
| push whips, hit all the venues |
| fly gear sharp as Ginsu’s |
| stare at the other pairs of gym shoes |
| as long as you continue, to keep it genu |
| never pretend to, I know its in you |
| the true Mommi, jigged out female Armani |
| with tight Nani, sippin' on Cristal and Donny |
| roll with mad Parmesani |
| pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close |
| fataly attracted like Glen Close |
| made other men ghost |
| staright overdose of high post |
| you rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury, |
| deluxe VP’s |
| hologram covered T. V''s |
| 300 E with the CD |
| sip Martini’s in Tahiti |
| Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi |
| play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee |
| they see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu |
| I’ll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two |
| you can have it all 'cause I like the style in you |
| all you gotta do is be real and stay true |
| chill in the Ja’causezi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo |
| we can run around and act fool |
| your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid… |
| Yo, we could sip ale on rocks |
| sail on yachts |
| rock the Rolex watch with hail on top |
| boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks |
| Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop |
| drop top, SEL, cell on lock |
| gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots |
| you think not? you could see though |
| go from Moschino to Tuxedo’s |
| as long as you only fuck me though |
| house with the twin gazebo’s |
| Ceelo’s, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico |
| peep the live show featuring Tito |
| rockin' your fly Donna’s |
| private jet to the Bahamas |
| you still knockin' all the Mommas |
| premadonna on the set |
| mad fly jewels around the neck |
| cut perfect |
| the linen skirt set |
| didn’t even flip the long Sable fur yet |
| the iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set |
| five thousand when the Shanelle was purchased |
| strictly for the purpose |
| I stress you to roll with mine |
| lookin' live |
| close from a day old drive, push a five |
| jet ski drive, skooba-dive |
| live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive |
| watch the sun rise, clear blue skies |
| too fly |
| the sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye |
| high priced merchandise shipped over shores |
| seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord |
| with a fine broad |
| bottle of wine poured |
| bungalos |
| bundles of ones with O’s |
| braodway shows, fly condos |
| sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino |
| live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo |
| me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider |
| me inside the navy blue Viper |
| with the pipers, covered in some silk fibers |
| millionaire type of wife to, brighten ta life up |
| got you under the wing |
| maybe run you my name |
| everything one and the same |
| your Daddy Figure who adore you |
| spend for you |
| bend for you |
| hurt up other men for you |
| down to bust around for you |
| stick somebody in the ground for you |
| kid, I’ll hold it down for you |
| I’ll catch a round for you |
| I’ll lounge for you |
| you know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo… |
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