Dimez

2012-02-20 | by Field Mob
Writer: Songwriters: Emanuel Anderson;Darion Terrance Crawford

I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens But one them on top of her game, paid bitches I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free So fuck that, I want a lady, I can give cash to be
A lover, makin' me say "Ungh" like Master P And helpin' me out when I'm deep in a catastrophe She has to be, top notch and full of class Or rollin' a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass
Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with But so jazzy, flashin' her diamonds on her bracelet
She don't say shit, keepin' our love on the d low I trust and believe in her, like Shiraz, she's my hero She don't need no zero's she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with Splittin' it fifty, fifty down the middle
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
She had broke niggas and had tonight hoe niggas Showboat poor niggas perpetratin' with no scrilla She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with
And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga 'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch That you can floss with that don't cost shit
And anytime I want to I can toss it And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it 'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous
Long micros with lots of cheddar Givin' me more D's than Jay Z, she'll Roc A Fella Classy, I gots to say it in a capella So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me Jazzy hoe's, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri Because classy ain't the thing to be and yes it's plain to see If you a skank you can't hang with me
No, I can't have no rat claimin' me, like a leech, clang to me Or much, you should be shamed to be Ridin' in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin' them, I wanna stay with them
And lay with them, passin' pussy's not the way for them I'm lacin' 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium She gets down with me, freakin' in any position Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon
I'm needin' a pinchin' to make sure that I'm not dreaming Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist Where ya at ma'? I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter
What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch Sittin' on big heels, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch With the micro braids, I need a jazzy bitch, I need a jazzy bitch Yeah, you like to be paid, I need a jazzy bitch C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Strike down your spine, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch Color contacts in your eye, I need a jazzy bitch C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch Cute golds in your grill, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Lookin' good and need lacos, I need a jazzy bitch C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch Earring to your belly button, I need a jazzy bitch C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch
Chewin' on, chewin' gum, I need a jazzy bitch C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch Whoa, whoa, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch