Da Ballad of Jazzy Parker

Yeah, Hey Mrs. Parker Let me talk to your daughter She staring at me and I saw her Face card on valid I know seen your face serving bottles Monday night And I hate to say it but you wasting all your prime I'm like hey lil mama what's the problem? You polishing You wilding So fine, I'm surprised you ain't famous yet Have you flying 'round on different jets on the regular Got cash here and money there Baby I'm a slum dog millionaire From Cali, one day I finna take you there 'Till then safe travels, take care Then, we both gone in the air Back home where we both belong And I don't know if she'll respond Read receipts is off Shawty playing the same game but I ain't never lost Added me to her private story I guess we get along Walked by me everyday I wonder what you think I know what you doing when you wear them jeans When you walking around me Ooh, shit Props to your mother, Hey Mrs. Parker I'm tryna love on your daughter Make her come Stay with me in Bahamas For one summer, Weather just like a sauna I don't want her to be cooped up in her apartment Rather see her couped on some car shit Baby here's card spend anything Whatever you want Yeah, yeah Whatever you need girl you know I could provide Whatever you want (yeah, yeah) It's the 714 tonight Girl come to my side (yeah, yeah) Girl you know I can provide whatever you need (yeah, yeah) Mrs. Parker I just need your blessing