Hey Papi

Verse 1:

Ay yo, I got a resolution...This year I'm playing right

No six fifteen this year, you can stay the night

We can go bowling, it ain't like before

Can't y'all see that I'm growing? I was so immature

I was young and having money

Having honeys come to the crib

Thinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from me

Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge

I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses'

No room service just snacks and shit

Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready

The chicks I was fiendin' to smash

Let 'em lean on the cash, will take 'em on long trips

Break 'em with long dick

There was no such thing as strong relationships

But I'm off that playa shit

I need a chick that practice Tai Chi...that still can buy weed

And can give me some good head, and I'll make her a mind me

You hear me?

(Hook:)

[Jay-Z] (Amil)

(Hey papi)

[Even if they don't understand the flow

They understand the dough

My ladies going

(Hey papi)

Promise you'll never let me go

Promise you'll never leave me

Promise we'll grow, they sayin]

Verse 2:

I was the worse...I use to switch chicks every day

Had niggas mad for real like, "I wish he was gay"

Cause they knew...sooner or later hun was gettin' with Jay

Just a...matter of time she was gettin' with Jay

I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zae

Spittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade

She used to love ya, but she feeling different today

You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away

Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space

She said...she feel free when she's around me

I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me

She on the phone with her friends like how cool is he

(Hook:)

[Jay-Z] (Amil)

(Hey papi)

[Even if they don't understand the flow

They understand the dough

My ladies going

(Hey papi)

Promise you'll never let me go

Promise you'll never leave me

Promise we'll grow, they sayin']

[Verse 3]

I was nice to girls, but that wasn't the Shawn they felt

They said the Coupe was alright, but they didn't like the seat

belts

I looked tight...they told me "Loosen up", run a

couple of lights

Spank'em, pull their hair...just don't treat'em so nice

Left me confused, I messed wit chicks that was best when abused

Nice guys finish last wit they special set of rules

And me? I over did it. All chovanistic, would treat'em...so

vicious

Would stroke...but won't kiss it, but now...I'm tryna flow

different

I'm tryna cool it now. I'm tryna plant a seed, start a new

addition

I'm sick of chasin chickens...

Sick of every other...city we go...same ol' hoes