Let's Make a V (feat. DJ Quik, Frost & El DeBarge)

Ha, you know what? Quik, Quik, niggas ain't gon' understand this How did we put this together man? Niggas ain't going... Kid Frost, what's happening? (What's up loc?) Go fuck with these hoes man (Come on Tee, let's do something) Some jumping (Hahaha yeah) I'm looking for a ten, and honey I spends, no hassle Tryna buy the world while you lay around my castle Get you laced with Tennis bracelets as well Wearing diamonds, carry-on Chanel Sipping Cristal with Michele while you rolling in my six Folks cannot joke that daddy's rich No need to bitch, you want your own whip? Don't argue Now you roll a three-twenty E with the guarders Hit the club scene in a limousine stretch With big fame shining on your Lex No more county cheques, with the King with that bomb sex And sweetheart you never know what's next Check, the homies in the hood say my cape's on flight But we be smoking eighths all night, and that's alright Shake a lil ass, I'll bite Spend a little cash I might, just make sure... Let's make a V tonight and do it to the morning light Cause I wanna take my time to do this thing to you You hear your lady whisper bout me and you wanna scrap about it See I wear Versace too but I never rap about it Wear my Rolex tucked with me near my cufflink Bernini A woman show me promos of her pose in some bikini Kid Frost'll tell you girl, you know who we are Sipping on some white straw, dipping in a white car Tryna make a V, and if you don't get it that means to hit it Split it, and don't be playing with it We ain't nothing but playboys, it's a lifelong gift And I'm a be a player till I can't get a stiff And now we're talking autographs, tears and laughs Champagne with King Tee, going platinum on Aftermath I'm parking the Benz baby, let's get a silver spur And go out on a double date, you, me and her and her Got you all covered cause I got a three-pack Break a mountain, pulling backs the shaft Now let's do that...