Sir Michael Rocks - New Dress lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Shining like a brand new handwash I'm off the Clicquot and my n***a off the Xan bars Bust it open like a waterbed I see the bottom of your heels; that's a lot of red! She probaby got a little bread Bad b**h, rich girl, tryna get ahead She probably was a print model Tryna get a spread in Complex Got the bomb s**, everything be all wet! And everything all set, so don't stress Every pair of legs on deck It's gonna get better every time we connect Booty softer than a Hallmark Now let me hit it out the ballpark And if you ever fall hard in love I'mma catch you, I knew you had a spark the plug Soon as I met you, n***as wanna cuff and arrest you But I know I can't, cause I go hard in the f**in paint And I can't lie and say what I ain't We all Gods, but I'm not a saint So give me all that you can Laying in the hotel bedroom service again Sign the receipt and give the server a 10 Fine different freaks all over the land Say "Go Banco!" Marriani to the ankles [Hook x2] You in that new dress, and there's wine for us Girl I said let's get our grind on What you wanna do? Girl, it's just me and you.. [Verse 2: Shorty K] Poppin rolls, rockin Rollies, like the old heads That's when I seen this little steamer with the long legs One of the Gods said "shorty over there a 10" Naw, from here she a 9, up close I probably been Can't give a b**h too much credit I jumped front row and thought to myself, like "my dude said it" Shorty finer than a parking ticket I took the Rose, stopped, sipped it with 22 b**hes You the type of chick a n***a wanna brag about That a** fat, probably beep when you back out Them red bottoms on your feet, I peep the cash out Now go on and activate them hips and poke your a** out I learned that from a 2Pac song Til they make a new track, sh**, 2Pac gone Hear they say that n***a back, I don't know about all that One thing I do know is how I'm tryna smell that matte Lip gloss on your shirt, coming off first Kiss up on your stomach then I take it to your skirt Reach up on the dresser, grab the Magnums out your purse Tell your old man that your new boy make it hurt They don't make em like me, too much swag k**ing these n***as: Ku Klux Klan Lemme hit it from the back, give that trunk that slam Have you screaming out loud who the f** I am.. [Hook x2]