Even give up my good green
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
I be goin out my way to call
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like uh
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green
All, anything to have you on my team
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends
All, baby girl I'd trade it all
Bust right, thus tight
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
There ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
Yo' the game taught this brother to mack
The type I drive the Benz slow for
'Cause every king need a queen
This, that, and those yours
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
Your patience I personally admire
You know how tight that my day be
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
You got everything that others would lack
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Front to back you a ten
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
Never been no whore
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
And let your middle finger be seen, it's on
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
