Paula Patton (feat. iiilo & Hartly)

I need your box, I need a chicken box Back in the back in the hood again, yeah Half and half, be my limit drop Damn, damn, damn, where you goin' girl Wait, wait, where you goin' with your fine ass, yeah I ain't finna call you Coca-Cola or tell you shape is like a wine glass, nah Girl, you mixed with lavender and honeycomb, good shit Need a hood chick, keep that bonnet on, give you good dick Come from ghetto, love, love that hood shit That's the ghetto, ghetto hoop earrings Eli Musk coupe steering See that Birkin Perfect, that's a winner bag You'll start with no beginner bag Maccarone on your arm, diamonds shinin', false alarm on your arm Does anybody got Cavalli, Laquan, Smith If I'm the Don, need a bomb, bitch Need a bomb, but I won't go to war Ate that twine, but I need me some more Eat your body out and stretch your body out Dig your body out until you saw Both of you niggas already gettin' money, man You know you just need a business lawyer, you feel me Who we now You know what I'm saying Barack had Michelle Martin had Coretta Mandela had Whitney You know what I mean, you know The list goes on, man, you feel me I hired every great man You know what I mean It's always a great woman, man You know Yeah Look, a sport of her finest She thought that she had me, yeah Pussy was sweet like some candy She was so bougie and fancy Sure they can't stand me Want me to family Say how the block markers can be She lovin' my goals Who would soak up her panties She keepin' it quiet That bag came in handy The knockers pull up Then she stuffin' my Grammy Breebee so ragin She do it, they ratchet You shoot her a bird And she ditchin' all magic She slobberin' my night While I'm turnin' my glasses I sniffed in her glasses I left the same treasure I murdered that pussy Then did she be braggin' She find it and whine And she bad for the past Let's get it established She already had her Give it up, bro We split like a platter I don't chase hoes All I do is chase money Only 400 She screwin' her homie She bow to my homie She yellin', she comin I'm different with strokes And she said I'm a drummer Murdered that pussy Then did she be braggin' She find it and whine And she bad for the past Let's get it established She already had her Give it up, bro We split like a platter And low on my course It was so good Her panties are fucked The best friend You can blame it on Brandy And she kept it quiet That back came in handy Then rappers blow up And she stuck for my Grammys I murdered that pussy Then did she be braggin' She find it and whine And she bad for the past Let's get it established She already had her Give it up, bro We split like a platter Yeah