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[Verse 1]
Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams
'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis
Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G's ease
Crib in Belize please, forever cheese
Crib all fresh high-tech ****, art deco
In the villa room, sippin' Demi Sec, ohh?
Seperate the classiest from the nastiest
Bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit
**** used to rock Swatches and style 'member?
Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December
In Havana, the Cabana, Copa
Now Fox is flippin' more chips than Oprah
Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don
Like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron
Pure precon foot action Tone
Like the Brax-ton, Fox, ****, get your smash on
[Verse 2]
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, baby, your best bet is with me
[Verse 3]
It was the floss thang, for them **** to thug walk thang
And for the chips, Reeboks, it's New York thang
Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess
Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest
Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully
He's remind me, something like R. Kelly
Back in the days, maxes and cresses
Now it's 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes
Undress this, no deal, no skills off this
And from where I was holdin, before this
Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action
Fendi sell ices around the bezelle
No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie
Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh
Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels
Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell's
[Verse 4]
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, baby, your best bet is with me
[Verse 5]
If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin' crazy
****, won't be haters, ballin' like briqueze
Presedential suites at Ramada in Nevada
Cheese like Ricotta, ****, bet I'm droppin'
Twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?
The Cris have a **** drippin' wet, uhhhh
Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48
Five on the plate, high stake, indo
Bet they went from Pujos to pushin' Benz-o's
Dippin' on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo's
The sassiest, Mahogany Brown
Switch from, rockin' lottoes to coppin' Movados
Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on
Tryna chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions
Yeah, now you ballin', please
Your stash wasn't swollen till my dough started rollin'
[Verse 6]
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, I can love you better
No one's gonna love you, the way I do
Nobody, baby, your best bet is with me
Written by: C. Cummins, Inga Marchand, James Harris, Terry Lewis
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