In front of Gucci in the winter, I seen ya witcha girl   Just walkin' uh, in your Chinchilla fur   I was laid up in the Coupe, back shade up   Lookin' at cha face just pure wit no makeup      A little bit of Mac 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 and you? You're my destiny   And you're diamond cluster, too 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', be layin' up on Persians   Here's my number; put in ya purse and call me      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 my Firebird cannot take the curve   Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus      I'm gettin' closer, my player days is over   Well, maybe not completely   But still and all, come here, rest ya head on my bed   And 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 witcha teeth, wiggle ya butt cheeks      Quarter styles over ya body, lick you up   Treat you like a convenience 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 drive into the sunset, pull over   Get up on the hood ma, I ain't done yet, uh      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 my Firebird cannot take the curve   Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus      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 Silindo sheen, sincere is what you seem   See me flip a couple things, load up magazines   And I, I think you might be the right one, whoa, the right one   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 BBQ's 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 on the surface or back   I think you'd be right there know you'll be right there   'Cause we right there, no Cartier charms      Just you in my arms, no Sean Don   Just a bottle of Evian, c'mon, uh      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 my Firebird cannot take the curve   Girl put your ass in the damn Metro bus      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 I love and not another      Although some may change, well, you know I will never   I'ma love, love, love, love, love you forever, oh I   Always be there for me   Always be there, be there for me      Oh, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah, ayah   Oh   For me, for me