[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