In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya girl Just uh, in your Chinchilla fur I was up in the Coupe, back shade up Lookin' at cha face just pure wit no
A little bit of Mac lip gloss, hair in a bun done Lookin' for a ring, I seen So I hopped out the Coupe in hot To stop and
Like, I'm Shyne and you? my destiny And you're diamond cluster, too much just to ya Perfume, to ya structure I'll wait, 'til the second night to fuck ya
I wanna marry you, nah, I'm just But we can start wit a few nights, out in Surfin', be up on Persians my number; put in ya purse and call me
On the telephone, she heard my Tell me to her up in my Rolls Royce If my Royce, is not for ladies Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my
If my Mercedes will not up wit the disease Then I'm gonna take you in my Firebird If my cannot take the curve Girl put your ass in the Metro bus
I'm gettin' closer, my player is over Well, not completely But still and all, here, rest ya head on my bed And let me get ya legs
Lay on ya back, uh, take it from the Like a bad suppose to, I know you like that Scream, wake the neighbors they sleep Grab the sheets witcha teeth, wiggle ya butt
Quarter styles over ya body, you up Treat you a convenience store, stick you up you to the balcony, pick you up So you can look at the city, I'm diggin' ya kitty
Then we drive into the sunset, over Get up on the hood ma, I done yet, uh
On the telephone, she heard my Tell me to her up in my Rolls Royce If my Rolls Royce, is not for Then girl, I'm take you in my Mercedes
If my will not fill up wit the disease Then girl I'm gonna you in my Firebird If my Firebird take the curve Girl put your ass in the Metro bus
We've together for a few months now Did it all, Four Seasons to the Hills bungalows in ya underclothes In Paris, Eiffel Tower, bubble and showers
In a Silindo sheen, sincere is you seem See me flip a couple things, up magazines And I, I think you be the right one, whoa, the right one press the brakes, gotta investigate
What I do know to you it don't Whether my is slim or fatter Whether BBQ's or Mr. Child's platter Even if I slip off the success
Even if the paragraphs, didn't hit the and smash If my car was a train on the or back I you'd be right there know you'll be right there 'Cause we there, no Cartier charms
you in my arms, no Sean Don Just a of Evian, c'mon, uh
On the telephone, she heard my Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls If my Rolls Royce, is not for Then girl, I'm gonna take you in my
If my will not fill up wit the disease girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird If my Firebird take the curve put your ass in the damn Metro bus
So I draw my tonic and I take one sip seen me 'cause I gallop like a horse'll get whipped Come yeah, come quick, whoa 'Cause you I and not another
some may change, well, you know I will never I'ma love, love, love, love, you forever, oh I Always be for me Always be there, be for me
Oh, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah, Oh For me, for me