Chillin With My Bitch (feat. Jazze Pha) (prod. by Scott Storch)
[Intro] Dig pimp... I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne Go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla atchall later..
[Verse 1] I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin' Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?(Ha) Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat(Yeah) Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed(Chillin) In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats But there real close by, niggaz better know that
(Chorus) [Jazze Pha] I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz I'll be back to the trap, but for now I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/ti/chillin_with_my_bitch.html ] [Verse 2] This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's With my hottie, takin' shots of Saki at Bennihannas Known to kick it like we riches, like Sky Richie and Madonna Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona Dro aroma got the six hot and steamin' like a sauna So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner Check into the W, so I can put it on her Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships stronger
[Chorus] - repeat
(Hook) Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend She the type to keep a nigga open I'm chillin' with my bitch today
(Verse 3) I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home Put up the vest and the chrome, even threw away with my phone My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world Just a bottle and this O a dro, blowin' with my girl