She (Feat. Tiron)

[Hook: Mibbs and Like]She hugs and kisses, loves attentionYou know how she gets downLoves that money, honey can't get enoughThat's why she (shake that, shake that)Shake that baby (go 'head shake that, shake that)Shake that baby (sh-sh-she's got to have it)[Verse 1: Like]Baby got the Gucci on the frames, Fendi on the shoulderShe hang around the rappers, she kick it with the rollersShe addicted to the light, you would swear she was the solarSystem on bang while she dipping in the RoverI was sipping on a soda when I first seen her roll upCar pull right behind her, parking at the dinerStrutting down the aisle, everybody stopped to eye herI'm peeping in the cut with thoughts to get in that vaginaSimple old me, tried to pimp it on sheBut damn she ain't having thatShe wanna see my crib on TV with a couple HumveesAnd then I might have a chance, but wait, waitA couple weeks passed, I had stopped to get gasHeard a voice to my left, she was talking real fastHigh-pitched was her tone, smiled at me then she asked"Ain't you in that one group? "I looked at her and laughed, hit the gas![Hook][Verse 2: BeYoung]I was treated like a dirtbag, growing upEverything that they used to do, was cold as fuckAll I had was my dreams of, blowing upCouldn't really do shit so I, soaked it upPlayed my part, seen girls hate on me like it was an artI tried to play it smartWhy the baby hair have niggas always throw they heartI played the role of sucka hoping for the chance to sparkA convo, now it's like bravo, everywhere that I goIt's like I struck the lottoThey throw the "got dough? " at me, they used to call me nappyNow they bring they homegirls, hoping they can tag meOn some take one, get the other free shitLet me cook for you, let me spend the weekendFalling in love with youLet me show you everything that I love to doSay what?[Hook][Verse 3: Mibbs]I wonder how she moved in that tight ass roomSweating out her weave and her cheap perfumeShe hotter than the sun, I can be her moonAnd when the night is done, my house'll be her tombSoon we'll go together like spinal cords and car seatsOr kind of like my words and hard beatsShe whispered in my ear she's an artistBut I ain't trying to hear all that, straight to the bar pleaseWe at the bar and she asked to see my car keysI'm like "Why? " and this was her reply:"I ain't fucking with guys unless they driveNothing less than a 6, or a 745You ain't willing to trick? I'm a play you to the sideSo if you ain't rich, might as well not even try"Sigh... I asked the bartender for my card back"Sorry I'm not that dude, I'm a fall back."[Hook][Outro: Like]Pac Div, Cook, what's good?This beat right hereMake a nigga wanna start singing some shit like:She think she can have what she wantGet what she want, take what she wantBut you ain't getting shit from meNothing from meCause I ain't lyingWe here grindingAnd you wasting timeAnd I could give a fuck if you's a dime