Body language is the only talk he fluent in
He knew it was going down when he flew me in
Anything that I got on he wanna do me in
Now all these non-discrete bitches wanna do me in
Uh, Gold AP on me
He know all his ****** wanna put the D on me
Even Dr. Dre went and put the B on me
But my ***** so exclusive, limited edition
You know ****** love pretty bitches with ambition
Bees on the keys, never go in the ignition
But when I ride it, do it to precision
I could tell that he trippin', every time that I slip in
When he 'bout to come, I start to kiss his neck
I let him score, but we ditch the ref'
When we going out, we gotta ditch the press
Ah man, I got his bitch depressed
A VERSE.