Bonnie & Shyne

In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girls

Walkin', uh, in your chinchilla fur

I was laid up in the Coupé, back shade up

Lookin' at your face, just pure with no makeup

A little bit of Mac lip gloss, hair in a bun, well done

Lookin' for a ring, I seen none

So I hopped out the Coupé in hot pursuit

To stop and introduce

Like "I'm Shyne and you, you my destiny"

And your diamond cluster too much just to touch you

Perfume down to ya structure

Think I'll wait till the second night to fuck ya

I want to marry you, no, I'm just playin'

But we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu

Surfin', playin' up on Persians

Here's my number, put it in your purse and call me

On the telephone, she heard my voice

Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce

If my Rolls Royce is not for ladies

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

If my Mercedes will not fill up with the disease

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Firebird

If my Firebird cannot take the curve

Girl, put your ass in the damn metro bus

I'm gettin' closer, my player days is over

Well, maybe not completely

But still and all, come here, rest your head on my bed

And let me get between your legs

Lay on your back, uh, take it from the back

Like a bad girl's suppose to, I know you like that

Scream, wake the neighbors from they sleep

Grab the sheets with your teeth, wiggle your butt cheeks

Quarter styles over your body, lick you up

Treat you like a convenience store, slick you up

Take you to the balcony, pick you up

So you can look at the city while I'm digging your kitty

Then we drive into the sunset, pull over

Get up on the hood, Ma, I ain't done yet, uh

On the telephone, she heard my voice

Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce

If my Rolls Royce is not for ladies

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

If my Mercedes will not fill up with the disease

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Firebird

If my Firebird cannot take the curve

Girl, put your ass in the damn metro bus

We've been together for a few months now

Did it all, Four Seasons to the Trump

Beverly Hills bungalows in your underclothes

In Paris, Eiffel Tower bubble baths and showers

In the flamingo sheen, sincere is what you seem

See me flip a couple things, load up magazines

And I, I think you might be the right one, whoa

Wait, press the brakes, gotta investigate

What I do know, to you it don't matter

Whether my pockets is slim or fatter

Whether it's BBQ's or Mr. Chow's platter

Even if I slip off the success ladder

Even if the paragraphs didn't hit the charts and smash

If my car was a train on the surface or back

I think you'd be right there

'Cause we right there, no Cartier charms

Just you in my arms, no Chandon

Just a bottle of Evian, come on

On the telephone, she heard my voice

Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce

If my Rolls Royce is not for ladies

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes

If my Mercedes will not fill up with the disease

Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my Firebird

If my Firebird cannot take the curve

Girl, put your ass in the damn metro bus

So I draw from my tonic and I take one sip

Should've seen me 'cause I gallop like a horse'll get whipped

Come quick, yeah

Come quick, whoa

'Cause you I love and not another

Although some may change, girl you know I will never

I'ma love, love, love, love, love you forever

Always be there

For me

Always be there

Be there for me