I Need A...

[Kyleon]

I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox

Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks

Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks

No strippers just Moet sippers, classy chicks

The kind, that I can't let walk pass me chick

Do anything for her, as long as she ask me chick

Like flashy shit, DG Prada and Gucci clothes

And Victoria Secret silk panties, covers and ooh she knows

She never hang with movie hoes, dig dealers and X popping

She's not a bopper, that say she hop out of Lex droppers

She my sex doctor, good love she go hard in bed

Go down below my waist with her lips, and harden my head

I call her the warden in bed, she keep me on lock

Not only her, it's my game she keep me on top

A bad broad, she just might keep me on bops

But she love for daddy to hustle, that's why she keep me on blocks

That's why I love her mayn, uh

[Hook]

I need a dime broad, top of the line broad

A fine broad, fuck up a nigga mind broad

(I need a classy chick, mean a sassy chick

And when it's time to get freaky, she a nasty chick)

I need a play girl, down around the way girl

More than okay girl, help me get my pay girl

(I need a gangsta bitch, not a wanksta bitch

That's down to ride, but never in some gangsta shit)

[Slim Thug]

I need some'ing classy in the streets, but stone freak in the sheets

Caramel color, letter under six feet

Stand tall like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle

Smile, will make the hardest thug heart feel hollow

When she pass boys follow, trying to get at my chick

Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch

She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash

Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class

Independent lady, still up for the babies

Could be the house wife or the Boss type, it's crazy

My boo go to church, three days a week

My boo put God first, everyday she see

She never dug, hanging out in the club

By ten she tucked in, waiting on Thug

Never hating on Thug, or what Thug do

Cause Thug would be a fool, if Thug don't stay tru to my boo

[Hook]

[Chris Ward]

Even though it ain't Hova, breathe easy baby

It's the realest of the real, C-Weezie baby

You's a fake trick, if you tease me baby

Only like modeling chicks, that's sleezy baby

Now um come closer, squeeze me baby

Get all that you can get, just release me baby

See I never cry to hoes, I just talk fly to hoes

Usually lie to hoes, bout buying 'em Prada clothes

If I do soon as they trip, they strip up out of those

Back to the sto' refund time, cause that's just how it goes

Now you know, I fuck 'em and leave 'em duck 'em and weave em

Listen to they sad stories, never fucking believe em

She got me sprung, waking up in the evening

Cause the night was incredible, sex was great she's unforgettable

The thought of her is endless, I just can't let it go

Therefor she's earned the position, to be that one I will settle fo'

[Hook - 2x]