Make Her Say

[Verse 1: GiLLaTEEN) And I'm so paid, pockets sag like ya Nana That's why I say "CHeeZe", when I smile for the camera Front page? Who Am I? Call a nigga Dracula, hau-all I do is count And I don't lose counts, see the mountains I amount DEUCE DEUCE, I am out!, to the dealer, buy him out Take the Porsche out the garage, put the Beam on time-out If y'all really got bread, why the birds flying South? Holding holes in your pocket, bitch, shut your lying mouth! Next, Dairy Queen play the pussy, tambourine Everything I fuck look like Angeline Jolie Holy shit! Can't slow these grips, so don't hate Yeah a nigga always baked, but I still got cake Cause I'm robbing, niggas calling me Baskin When my tape dropping, niggas calling me asking In the meantime, my neck chillin' up in Aspen Cash bundled up like a fucking Alaskan, what happened? [Break: Capital STEEZ] I can't help it! Oh, uh, oh, oh, ohh Ahaa, Yo! Good morning Pearl [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] There's many fish in the sea, but see Steez going crabbing in Next chick hit me up, no doubt I'm smashing it She like my sensual seduction, no braggin' But I leave her on Cloud Nine, and nickname her Anakin Don't got to spit, cause she already know the deal Come over and I teach her something new show or towel No implication but when you feel the sensation Between your legs, you could just set up a time and place now She on top, no it ain't MySpace Her fam's a cock block, so she always at my place She a fanatic of my crazy prophylactics But she keep it on the low, just incase she get eye raped Good lovin' what you want, I deliver it First round and I'mma leave you speaking gibberish No joking this lady she got me open And her legs haven't been, since the last time she did a split [Break: JaKK the Rhymer] Wassup! Uh-huh, Yellow Tape The Rhymer Listen I'm a do it like this, yo [Verse 2: JaKK the Rhymer] Plenty guppies in the sea, yeah, that's why I'm fishing with a net JaKK book full of pigeons, bird-call piping it He know the game, live life never wife a chick You know the price that is, in the times we're in? I poker her face, for formal introduction And it's your move, get physical, no need to stimulate discussions I'm a modern day King Midas gold caps When we touchin', lustin', bustin', us in spread sheets Then she said this was a song and threw it back on me I should've paid more attention to her in class probably Cause sweetheart, shit, you's the hottest Now let all of your garments melt off your body And I know that's no way to treat a lady But you gotta understand you's a groupie baby, damn And you rockin' with The Rhymer, so I'mma Sit and recline on this couch and you can find your way down South