Blaze a 50

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
 Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
 Brazilian candy, from Miami
 Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
 Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
 She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
 Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to
 Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers
 Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree
 33, recovering from plastic surgery
 Went from 34B to 36 double D
 Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party
 Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
 MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated
 I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators
 When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas
 Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders
 A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
 It's easy to hit the pussy, just don't fall in love
 Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub
 Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet
 Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
 Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character
 Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips
 Givin' head like she knew me for years
 Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs
 Millions she would get if his neck got slit
 She rolled the equality, then passed the lye to me
 Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy
 He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif
 Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort
 You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear
 Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere
 So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin'
 Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin'
 P-11's, ACP shells for blastin'
 Caught him with his Spanish maid
 He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs
 She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic
 Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence
 His maid cried, "No," lucky she was blindfold
 Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
 12.5 million, he kept his funds
 In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children
 Yo, I thought, "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision
 All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"
 I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland
 Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight
 The same night, headed to Spain, nice game
 Now we're back to where we meet a-gain...
 Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
 Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
 Top down, night air blow her hair
 Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare
 Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash
 Took a blast out of her coke bag
 Snorted it, started screamin', "Yo, we almost crashed"
 Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass
 Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep
 Overwhelmed by greed, put to death