Tytuł: Dimez (Jazzy B's)

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[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
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  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
  
  [Boondox]
  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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Kalage]
  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
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch....