Seen It All

[Verse 1: Dreamon] I just came to get paid, then I'mma get laid Bitch, you better holla at me, we could make a sex tape Do it in the mirror, watch me as I hit it Now you can go and tell all your friends that we did it Get a little attention cause you fucking with a star now All eyes on me when I'm stepping out the car now They don't wanna see a young nigga blowing up But still I'm tryna get a million dollars in the cut If she ain't tryna give it up, the bitch gotta go Cause she probably got a girlfriend that could do it on the low And I ain't got no time for no loving, I'm not your husband Straight hit it really raw on the floor, fuck him [Hook: Dreamon] She said she got a little blog, I've seen it all Got her number and gave it a thought, I ain't even call Oh, now you realer than them all? I don't see it though Told me she never been a groupie, but I've seen it all [Verse 2: Dida] This here nude girls, sex, drugs, (?) flash Ain't that Dida's girl? They saying Fuck that, you go and dance I told this broad I'm not the type to go out for the romance Well, I'm about to put your ass out like Corduroy pants This ain't boom-bap, sucker This here two niggas on Cognac Paper chase and pu tang, fucker Don't smoke Chris Tucker, but we rush hour leaning As soon as we've brought Dreamon to Sweden We're fucking eating My homie just got back from doing 800 days Nigga, that's one, two, three, four, nigga, that's 800 days So I couldn't care much less about the stupid shit that you say I'm try'na find out how to fuck a broad in 800 ways This ain't conscience, nigga, we monsterous For real, fuck that blonde, fuck that brunette, we on this We ill, which means if you still on me with that hairspray babbling Call a referee, bitch, I'm travelling [Hook] [Verse 3: Dreamon] Feed her fake changes, still I feel amazing Then you say you not a hater, but you the only one complaining I'mma celebrate it, candle light cake it Bitches getting naked, only right, I've seen their nature I'm out for the paper, and I'mma stack 'em high like a skyscraper I fly, player, they still tryna drive safer I got flavor, teah, I be on that soda flow Never get emotional, I told her that's the protocol Stop acting up, cause you're supposed to know When we're done fucking, baby, I'mma get my clothes and go She want a round three, but I ain't feeling that But if she bring it back, I'll maybe consider that I Twittered that And some getting busy in her kitty cat And we ain't speaking on the phone cause she get the fax If ain't text you back, don't take it personal Music is my life and this is here ain't what you looking for [Hook]