Heelz

Let's make a hundred thousand
 Girl you shine like a medallion
 Legs just like a stallion
 And I'm stylin
 Seven signs of a rap cat .
 Drop it on a dime, you fine
 She's a skeez, ya tell from the striptease
 Tricks from miles away they done spent G'z
 Ain't nothin wrong, her thong bout to snap
 They playin my song I got a cup full of Yak
 I'm posted in the back, passin options
 With no lapdance this chance'll cost ya
 Huh, just get low for the boys that's watchin
 Shake it, raise it, twist it, pop it, now
 You keep your hair jaded, you keep your toes painted
 You never outdated cause you love to maintain it
 Wiggle your waist to your favorite song
 If he's paying he comes along
 My Kangol shines in the back
 This is where the weed and the rap cats at
 forty-five minutes and we finished and you at me like hey .
 Can I get your number for I bounce
 Slow motion, do the Billy Ocean
 She got cakes that shake like a convultion
 Walk up the hill, opto's stuff with kill
 I tell a fly freak, "What the deal?"
 You know she got love for me, pop th bubbly
 With ass like VIDA and thirty-six double D
 It's all bidness, fitness, the bitch is vicious
 She known to run in six inches, heelz
 Six inches metal in stilletos
 She's wearing underwear that holds jello
 She might be white, brown, or yellow
 And I talk to her like Frank Costello
 She's Pinocio and I'm Japetoe
 And she can be a habit like a morning Espresso
 Put your money in your mind in a rap cat .
 Game in your brain for life
 If you worship close to perfect
 Make ya fine print get blown to cursive
 So work it, baby you a beautiful bitch
 She switch that ass fast and that's her gift
 Like a model, with a body like a Coca-Cola bottle
 SHape a figure eight and the squares'll follow
 It's all for the dollars so act like ya gettin something
 Because I'm only out for big money
 Let's make a hundred thousand
 Girl you shine like a medallion
 Legs just just like a stallion and I'm stylin
 Seven signs of a rap cat...