Verse 1:
In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya wit ya girl
Walkin', uh, in ya chinchilla fur
I was laid up in the coupe back shade up
Lookin' at cha face, just pure wit no make up
A little bit a mack lip gloss
Hair in a bun, well done
Lookin' for a ring, I seen none
So I hopped out the coupe
In hot pursuit to stop and introduce
Like, "I'm Shyne an' you, you my destiny
An' ya diamond cluster, to much just to touch ya
Perfume down to ya structure
Think I'll wait 'til the second night to fuck ya
I wanna marry you
Nah I'm just playin'
But we can start wit a few nights out in Malibu
Surfin', layin' up on Persians
Here's my number
Put in ya purse and call me"
Chorus:
(Barrington Levy)
On the telephone, she heard my voice
Tell me to pick her up in my Rolls Royce
If my Rolls Royce is not for ladies
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Mercedes
If my Mercedes will not fill up wit the disease
Then girl I'm gonna take you in my Firebird
If Firebird cannot take the curve
Girl put ya ass and a dime at ya bus
Verse 2:
We gettin' closer
My playa days is over
Well maybe not completely
But stay alarmed
Come here, rest ya head on my bed
An' let me get between ya legs
Lay on ya back
Uh, take it from the back
Like a bad girl suppose to, I know you like that
Scream, wake the neighbors from they sleep
Grab the sheets wit ya teeth, wiggle ya butt cheeks
Port of Styles over ya body, lick you up
Treat you like a convenient store, stick you up
Take you to the balcony, pick you up
So you can look at the city while I'm diggin' ya kitty
Then we drivin' to the sunset
Pull over
Get up on the hood ma I ain't done yet
Chorus
Verse 3:
We've been together for a few months now
Did it all, Four Seasons to the Trump
Beverly Hills bungalows in ya underclothes
In Paris Eiffel Tower, bubble baths and showers
In a ? sheen, sincere is what you seen
See me flip a couple things, go to magazines
And I, I think you might be the right one, whoa
Wait, press the brakes, gotta investigate
What I do know
To you it don't matter
Whether my pockets is slim or fatter
Whether it's B-B-Qs or Mr.Child's platter
Even if I slip off the success ladder
Even if the paragraphs didn't hit the charts and smash
If my car was a train I would service a raft
I think you'll be right there
'Cause we right here
No Cartier charms
Just you in my arms
No Sean Don
Jus' a bottle of Evian
Come one
Chorus
Barrington Levy:
So I draw from my tonic and I take one sip
Should've seen me 'cause I gallop like a horse'll get whipped
Come quick, yeah
Come quick, whoa
'Cause you'll wild out and not tell her
Although someone changed, wanna when I'll be back
I'ma love-a-love-a-love-a-love-a-love you forever
Always be there for me
Always be there
Be there for me
For me, for me