Jimmy Choo (feat. Ashanti)

Yeah

Shyne

Gang Land

Murder Inc.

Alright, turn the beat up

I see you

Okay

I see you ma, in your thousand dollar weave

Masterpiece diamond face on your sleeve

Pell Ma Nay, waist petite

Alright, Jimmy Choo shoes on your feet, you right

Slide inside the spider

I know you tired of guys who try to lie to slide inside you

Forget about that, let's go

Forget about rap, I'm Po!

I mean really, I've been gettin money since **** was rappin', frontin'

Fast and shit

'Cause you look like you got your head right

I just hope that you can give head right

Breezin' through eggshell headlights

New York is mine, relax your mind

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Can't nobody do them things we do

And can't nobody touch me like you do

Can't nobody love me like you do

And can't nobody be like me and you

It's me, who else you expected?

Ring down to the necklace

Some hoes say I'm sexist

'Cause all I wanna do is stuff coke in they breasts

Sit back with stacks, count money

In the zone, on the throne

Like, bitch, come on

I need a Prada chick to take this dick

And take this brick and bake this shit, basic shit

We can go shoppin' and buy some things

Up in Harry Winston, ma, try some rings

I'll have you feelin' like you was Princess Di'

So much cuts on your wrist, think you tried suicide

No lie, you ain't heard?

Extensive trips, expensive whips

You ain't seen nothin' like this, not in your life

If I ain't that ****, shit, we look alike

Can't nobody do them things we do

And can't nobody touch me like you do

Can't nobody love me like you do

And can't nobody be like me and you

Who gon' cop them hoes? (Po)

Who gon' rock them clothes? (Po)

Who gon' pop them foes? (Po)

Well, I'm glad you know

No need to ask who hotter

You ain't nada, me alotta

Shyne win, he gotta

See you **** in hell

In that CL, feds on the tell, just post bail

A million in cash

Now you know that ain't rappin', pimpin'

Please believe that

How you smoke like me? It's chess when I clap 'em up

That ain't enough, I'm backin' up

**** talkin' real greasy on them rap records

Like I won't strip you naked and take your necklace

Give it to my soldiers like, "Hold this"

Fuck you, ****, you could never fold this

But anyway back to bitches, let's play

One C-P-W come through

I like girls that like girls that like girls that like furs, okay

Can't nobody do them things we do

And can't nobody touch me like you do

Can't nobody love me like you do

And can't nobody be like me and you