[Verse 1]
I said my beat's D-Minor but im oh so major
You rappers old school like a Scottel Pager
I see your dude lookin' at me, yup he a hater
All up in his bag because he ain't got this much flavor
Your girl got a pa**ion for fashion
This money I be flashing
She jocking on my swag man
Now tell your dude get lost
Because when you come with me, you'll be lost up in the sauce
I ain't Rick Ross but your girl knows im the boss
I'll buy her anything, no matter what the cost is
Because we balling, something like Boston
Like dental care, homie I'm flossing
[Hook]
I ain't got no problems with girls down in Newark but
Ain't nothing like a Wilmington girl
See I had this one thing for a girl down in Dover but
Ain't nothing like a Wilmington girl
See I ain't got no problems with girls down in Newark but
Ain't nothing like a Wilmington girl
Man sure ain't nothing like a Wilmington girl
Man-man sure ain't nothing like a Wilmington girl