Make Her Say

[Verse 1: GiLLaTEEN]
And I'm so paid, pockets sag like ya Nana
That's why I say "CHeeZe", when I smile for the camera
Front page? Who Am I?
Call a nigga Dracula, hau-all I do is count
And I don't lose counts, see the mountains I amount
DEUCE DEUCE, I am out!, to the dealer, buy him out
Take the Porsche out the garage, put the Beam on time-out
If y'all really got bread, why the birds flying South?
Holding holes in your pocket, bitch, shut your lying mouth!
Next, Dairy Queen play the pussy, tambourine
Everything I fuck look like Angeline Jolie
Holy shit!
Can't slow these grips, so don't hate
Yeah a nigga always baked, but I still got cake
Cause I'm robbing, niggas calling me Baskin
When my tape dropping, niggas calling me asking
In the meantime, my neck chillin' up in Aspen
Cash bundled up like a fucking Alaskan, what happened?

[Break: Capital STEEZ]
I can't help it!
Oh, uh, oh, oh, ohh
Ahaa, Yo!
Good morning world

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
There's many fish in the sea, but see Steez going crabbing in
Next chick hit me up, no doubt I'm smashing it
She like my sensual seduction, no braggin'
But I leave her on Cloud Nine, and nickname her Anakin
Don't got to spit, cause she already know the deal
Come over and I teach her something new show or towel
No implication but when you feel the sensation
Between your legs, you could just set up a time and place now
She on top, no it ain't MySpace
Her fam's a cock block, so she always at my place
She a fanatic of my crazy prophylactics
But she keep it on the low, just incase she get eye raped
Good lovin' what you want, I deliver it
First round and I'mma leave you speaking gibberish
No joking this lady she got me open
And her legs haven't been, since the last time she did a split

[Break: JaKK the Rhymer]
Wassup!
Uh-huh, Yellow Tape
The Rhymer
Listen
I'm a do it like this, yo

[Verse 3: JaKK the Rhymer]
Plenty guppies in the sea, yeah, that's why I'm fishing with a net
JaKK book full of pigeons, bird-call piping it
He know the game, live life never wife a chick
You know the price that is, in the times we're in?
I poker her face, for formal introduction
And it's your move, get physical, no need to stimulate discussions
I'm a modern day King Midas gold caps
When we touchin', lustin', bustin', us in spread sheets
Then she said this was a song and threw it back on me
I should've paid more attention to her in class probably
Cause sweetheart, shit, you's the hottest
Now let all of your garments melt off your body
And I know that's no way to treat a lady
But you gotta understand you's a groupie baby, damn
And you rockin' with The Rhymer, so I'mma
Sit and recline on this couch and you can find your way down South