Pac Div - She lyrics

[Hook: Mibbs, Like, & TiRon] She hugs and kisses, loves attention You know how she gets down Loves that money, honey can't get enough That'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 shoulder She hang around the rappers, she kick it with the rollers She addicted to the light, you would swear she was the solar System on bang while she dipping in the Rover I was sipping on a soda when I first seen her roll up Car pull right behind her, parking at the diner Strutting down the aisle, everybody stopped to eye her I'm peeping in the cut with thoughts to get in that vagina Simple old me, tried to pimp it on she But damn she ain't having that She wanna see my crib on TV with a couple Humvees And then I might have a chance, but wait, wait A couple weeks pa**ed, I had stopped to get gas Heard a voice to my left, she was talking real fast High-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 up Everything that they used to do, was cold as f** All I had was my dreams of, blowing up Couldn't really do sh** so I, soaked it up Played my part, seen girls hate on me like it was an art I tried to play it smart Why the baby hair have n***as always throw they heart I played the role of s**a hoping for the chance to spark A convo, now it's like "Bravo!" Everywhere that I go It's like I struck the lotto They throw the gato at me They used to call me nappy Now they bring they homegirls, hoping they can tag me On some take one, get the other free sh** Let me cook for you, let me spend the weekend Falling in love with you Let me show you everything that I love to do Say what? [Hook] [Verse 3: Mibbs] I wonder how she moved in that tight a** room Sweating out her weave and her cheap perfume She hotter than the sun, I can be her moon And when the night is done, my house'll be her tomb Soon we'll go together like spinal cords and car seats Or kind of like my words and hard beats She whispered in my ear she's an artist But I ain't trying to hear all that, straight to the bar please We at the bar and she asked to see my car keys I'm like "Why?" and this was her reply: "I ain't f**ing with guys unless they drive Nothing less than a 6, or a 745 You ain't willing to trick? I'mma play you to the side So 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'mma fall back." [Hook] [Outro: Like] Pac Div, Cook, what's good? This beat right here Make a n***a wanna start singing some sh** like: She think she can have what she want Get what she want, take what she want But you ain't getting sh** from me Nothing from me Cause I ain't lying We here grinding And you wasting time And I could give a f** if you's a dime