Dimez (Jazzy B's)

Kalage

I'm lookin for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens

But one them on top of her game, paid bitches

I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free

So fuck that, I want a lady I can give cash to be

A lover, makin me say "unngh" like Master P

And helpin me out when I'm deep in a catastraphe

She has to be, top notch and full of class

Or rollin a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass

Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight

She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night

She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with

But so jazzy, flashin her diamonds on her bracelet

She don't say shit, keepin our love on the d-low

I trust and believe in her, like Shira, she's my hero

She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with

Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch

Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist

Where you at ma'?

I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

She had broke niggas and she said some nice hoe niggas

Showboat poor niggas perpetratin with no scrilla

She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters

Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with

And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga

So don't go twistin with a gold nigga

'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch

That you can floss with that don't cost shit

And anytime I want to I can toss it

And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it

'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her

Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous

Loooooong micros with lots of cheddar

Givin me more D's than Jay-Z, she'll Roc-A-Fella

Classy, I gots to say it in a capella

So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better

If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me

Jazzy hoes, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri

Because classy ain't the thing to be, and yes it's plain to see

If you a skank you can't hang with me!

No I can't have no rat claimin me, like a leech, clang to me

Or much, you should be shamed to be

Ridin in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them

Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin them, I wanna stay with them

And lay with them, passin pussy's not the way for them

I'm lacin 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium

She gets down with me, freakin in any position

Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon

I'm needin a pinchin to make sure that I'm not dreaming

Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling

I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch...