Nelly-Nel and Lil' Wayne
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross and the Clips
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
Freeza brought out the piece, Gucci and hat sweet
I'm doin' this for my niggas, uh, uh, ha ha
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
I ain't no busta, nigga
You know this and these cats hate it
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
But ta tell ya the truth, I'm more focused, I'm born in the Lou'
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
I represent them street niggas
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin'
Leave them wit it look like Nelly, I didn't know
When they get hot, carry the heat niggas
And she ain't a nonadeada, my niggas, then I'm splitin'
Pumpin' Nore number six, bitch, give me some head
You don't make out alive very often up in here
I ain't bullshittin', I trick 'em and run up in they kitchen
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
Now, on a scale of one to ten, I've been rated a twelve, right
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
I'm a speak on behalf of the C.M.B., partna
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
Even my dentist told me, "Floss seven days a week"
Walk through your house wit my iron again
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
And for you niggas out there, who be draggin' the wrist
On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin' piggyback
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon, nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
I'm a sweep off ya air, if it's standing beef, partna
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
Chrome rim, three bladed factory custom made it
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
I carry 4's in my side pocket
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D, partna
Bet, ya'll know, ya were not ready for that one, eh, ha ha
Four karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
Flame up the toast and let it get it sparkin' up in here
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
Who ain't hearin' nothing, talkin', but the Benjamin face
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
Six wrap the wrist, check the belt buckle
I got nothin' outdated if it is, it's self rated
S-class with everything voice activated
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get loot
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
We know ya'll didn't see that one comin'
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
Them sweet niggas off they feet niggas
That's why my clique, we do or die and roll deep, nigga
Somebody gotta shine my nigga, why not me?
If you was the Jackie Frost, then why didn't you say so?
Now it's like that, Purple Haze and Cognac
Slip me on a mask hit the Benz wit three choppers, weezy-wez partna
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
Get a code-red, hop in the Jag and fled
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
Paid wit big faces, if it's broken, replace it
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
You livin' on the edge, Fleet nigga
I'm doin' this for my niggas, who be keepin' it tight
Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first night
This is for my bitchess, wit the style and grace
