My Lady

They might always talk I don’t care what they say
You my lady, my lady, my lady
You’ve been from Layaway, not a Mercedes
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady
My lady fly, my lady fly
My lady crazy in a drop top Mercedes doing 80 on the freeway, she wave at the
coppers
We ain’t got no kids but she my baby momma, hold up, hold up
She got me fiending like Jodeci
I got her singing like flow-etry
I nail her frame on the wall so I call her the Mona Li-
Sa, bruh, she inspires poetry
Yeah she inspire poetry
Yeah she about to roll with me
Seats back in the Chevy we can listen to a Donell Jones album, she’s where I
want to be
Baby girl you the baddest though, cause you was with me when I had no dough
I asked how does it feel brown sugar and now we stacking mo'
I tell her you’re my lady like D’Angelo
Like to flip her then lick her like an envelope
And we both get the bread and have a toast
My antidote, her body language is beautiful, her physical speaks for herself,
she don’t have to boast
My baby’s a rider bruh
That’s my Monica, and my niggas, moniker’s, Monica
Together we make beautiful music
My gun’ll sing if you ever try to harm Monica
They might always talk I don’t care what they say
You my lady, my lady, my lady
You’ve been from Layaway, not a Mercedes
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady
Yeah me and my lady on a mission, in the whip doing about 80, yeah we dippin'
Man I’m talking black queen, I ain’t talking trap queen, she a hustler but she
ain’t up in the kitchen
Doc J got Wale ambition, I need a woman on the same page man listen
She got good aim with the pistol, she ain’t missing right
Have to red dot a nigga face Blake Griffin, yeah yeah
My lady body magnificent, I’m telling you we on some different shit
It’s kind of like we Will and Jada but if you fuck with us we Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Shoot your shot but your Mr. to Mrs. brick
Yeah you not in the NBA
Niggas know she M-I-N-E (ay!)
And I’d rather have her MI anyday
I’d rather be a N-I-G-G-A
A king had a swing with his queen all day
Counting green all day put the ring on my fiancé
Give a fuck what you peons say
We would drink that pink Andre
Champagne broke as a joke, went to Louis bout the picture
Getting real high, fisher with a swisher
Always picture getting richer While I was with ya, said shorty would you swing
my way?
(Shorty would you swing my way? You know what I’m 'bout already)
Everybody wanna say they Bonnie and Clyde
X that, (we Malcolm and Betty!)
And we ain’t gotta do no extras, keep it cool low pressure
And my boo know, her dude gon' bless her, only the numero uno sexer
Fat culo, yes sir, pussy tighter than a two door Tesla full of sumo wrestlers
They might always talk I don’t care what they say
You my lady, my lady, my lady
You’ve been from Layaway, not a Mercedes
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady
A woman crush everyday, I wanna touch every way
You my lady, my lady, my lady