My Partner In Crime.
Something for my lady, gettin that money by any means.
Who get with the player type, a thug, from the hood with good dreams,
Who kick it in high heals, plenty tank tops, camouflage, fatigues
Her thongs clear to the vision, so you can see some good things
Stretch marks, body smoother then Marble floors in Hamptons
Lampin' large in a condominium or mini mansion
Sidekick mobile phone, three flip like kirk
I'm very religious, superstitious, and like David I ain't scared to flirt
I'm from the dirt, root and soot. Came up on my own foot.
Used to hang with the crooks, But now I'm legit don't ask where I work just know keep a job
on the books.
I took my chance with many girls, but until I looked for a woman.
I got one thats crazy, sexy & cool. Waterfalls, good lookin'.
I can remember back in school, being judged by chicks,
People hearing I have some money, suddenly I'm the sh,
Past baby's mama, drama, karma, dillemas and problems
got me writing this jingle, ready to mingle, Holla, holla, holla, holla.
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