Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Lil' Cease
Lil' Cease
Vocals
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Keyboards
Curt Chambers
Curt Chambers
Guitar
Beat Nick Dee
Beat Nick Dee
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Producer
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Producer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Gary Noble
Gary Noble
Mixing Engineer
Beat Nick Dee
Beat Nick Dee
Producer

Lyrics

Drive a good machine Yo that sleezy lil, bitch, lil. bitch be thinkin' that I want some pussy Know what I'm sayin', I say nigga wants head Know what I'm sayin' I've done enough of that shit Quickly now, gimme some head I want some fuckin' head How you spell cash? C's and some hash At last, a nigga kickin' game full blast How you want it? Diamonds or dime-elles? Jansport bookbags and bags from Chanel Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey Clock me, he workin' real hard for a nickel He drive a tricycle and his pants too little And his shoes too little Won't you get with the clique with the big ass dicks That make sure your kicks fit The real shit, true, balla pack steel shit The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free So all you got to do for me is just Make your way to my king sized bed And lie on my pillows and my Gucci bed spread Keep the pussy, I got other plans instead Just gimme some head, gimme some head If you ain't fuckin' me for life I don't want it, I don't want it And if you ain't tryna make me your wife I don't need it, I don't need it I'm not about that life I don't get down, get down like that Some bitches do and some bitches don't Some niggas spend cash on that ass Shit, I know I won't! That shit you kickin'? Nigga it ain't hittin' It is what it is, hope you can handle your biz 'Cause a, a real nigga know he gotta put his back in it If it's some weed, fuck around and pull the crack in it I see you talk so slick, but you cum real quick This bomb ass shit, got your cigarettes lit Nine outta ten women want to spin, honestly Hold up, nigga wait Them bitches ain't me, I'm what 9/10 other women wanna be Better tell 'em Lil Cease Ayo, you crazy sis, don't put me in that shit Fuck around and say the wrong shit and I'll be in a twist You know that nigga Big get high and start trippin' Try to make you mad, but then you get to flippin' Ayo Fiz, I understand where you comin' from But these hoes is savages, son! Let me put it to you like this 'Cause really, I'm just tryna make this clear You don't need to be confusin', get the wrong idea You gotta earn much, you need to have a plan 'Cause I'm the type you want to wife, I ain't no one-night-stand The only way I'm rockin' this, you got to put a ring on it You gotta lock it down (lock it down), show me what you really about If you ain't fuckin' me for life I don't want it, I don't want it And if you ain't tryna make me your wife I don't need it, I don't need it I'm not about that life I don't get down, get down like that If you ain't fuckin' me for life I don't want it, I don't want it And if you ain't tryna make me your wife I don't need it, I don't need it I'm not about that life I don't get down, get down like that I'm just saying Straight like that baby That's on the fritz All day
Writer(s): Toni Coleman, Faith Evans, Ben Briggs, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, Kim Jones, Fredrick Nassar, Jaila Simms Garbutt, Rayshaun Spain, Mark Richardson, Nicholas Doherty, James Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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