She said I got a wild side I told ‘er I’m from Brooklyn on that wild side I'm cold hearted but got heated beef She said it’s cold I told her hop up in this heated seats It’s not to put at Mr. Chance Anything with wedding vows she was worth a smile And all men ain’t dogs though Just the cards I was dealt, it’s the arms due But lemme take ya mind off that Bump some al Green and we can sip some wine off that (Thirstayy) Shotgun with the blunt Then we go hit the moon cop whatever we want (His and hers) I’m the one that you needed I’m the one that you call when you late and aint bleedin’ (it's mine) Oh when you sad, you grievin’ When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh Bitch pullin’ my chain Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu But she said I’m such a pretty boy And I’m known to buy expensive pretty toys Deep inside I’m such a city boy So I take her on trips and let the chicken joy (Willy Wonka) And she was happy with a code C Where we’re from we just happy if the code Cheap I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street good girl, know how to hold heat (RRRRR-RRR) I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it them shoes and bags on your arm I'll buy it But i'm emotional too for makin’ love to the streets and holdin’ her in the morn’ First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick Then she started talkin’ too much money for the gram of it I can’t forget about my china thing And Mary Jane was just a minor thing She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh Bitch pullin’ my chain Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu Red wine splattin’ on my satin Even in the suit never slackin’ on my mackin’ Captain of the action, you’ll never sink my ship Floatin’ on the ocean, left a mink for the trip So I’m shirtless and my bitch shirtless Flyin’ paper lanes, we above the strip surface Mom’s my word and shit say worthless Keep them hoes naked and her tits stay perfect A D as in D-Man, holla at the Tree Man Re track the roof while blowin’ at that He Man Fuck them eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan Caught with the coke then you seen ‘em on C span Shots aint hittin’ Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin’ flickering light ask and not stop switchin’ On a mission with the misses and we got messin’ She know I ain’t one of them niggas that be blowin’ them kisses After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like) Put my hand on my drawers Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh Bitch pullin’ my chain Ride ‘er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing Couldn’t never feel the same, fuckin’ with the maids I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu V-V-V-Vampire life