cayman lyrics
by J Dilla
[Verse 1]
I got seven naked b*tches like a coke house
I got French girls flying out to SoCal
When I step up in the strip, all the hoes know me
Two pounds, that's a whole lotta gold on me
I can't wait until this sh*t become a regular ting
I met shorty in Miami, we was loaded
Let me whip the Lamborghini, it was floatin'
Gimme, gimme, gimme one year, I'ma own it
I got cheese, I got bread, I got everything between
I'll take a vegan b*tch and I give her protein
Pass it to the relly, home run for the team
Got foreign hoes, redbones comin' by threes
[Pre-Chorus]
I been up three days, no sleep, but I ain't tired
She a dub and she actin' like a goofy that's tired
Finna make my bag twenty-three and retire
Crazy, but it's true, I ain't never been no liar
[Chorus]
Fly to the Caymans
I fly to Dubai
I ain't pay for no ticket
'Cause they want me to sign
Pen to the paper, X by the line
You a time-waster, don't waste my time
I can't be trusted with money, it's funny
'Cause that's everything I've been looking for
Sauce when I drip, holy sh*t, I feel rich
And your b*tch is the b*tch I've been looking for
[Verse 2]
Everyone snoozing, they sleepin', they snorin'
Roundhouse to yo face, why they call me Chuck Norris?
She wanna be my main, she got ass, but ain't worth it
So I put her on the premium Snap, now she workin'
I had to put away my pride for a reason
Why yo b*tch wanna f*ck? 'Cause you dry and I'm seasoned
I could smell the b*tch on 'em, pus*y got a strong fragrance
Think he poppin', but he got a good imagination
Lately, it's been hard to tell what women really want from me
Wonder what's the reason why they come around and f*ck with me
Met her last night, said she gon' keep in touch with me
Said I wanna meet her up, no question she gon' f*ck for me
[Pre-Chorus]
I been up three days, no sleep, but I ain't tired
She a dub and she actin' like a goofy that's tired
Finna make my bag twenty-three and retire
Crazy, but it's true, I ain't never been no liar
[Chorus]
Fly to the Caymans
I fly to Dubai
I ain't pay for no ticket
'Cause they want me to sign
Pen to the paper, X by the line
You a time-waster, don't waste my time
I can't be trusted with money, it's funny
'Cause that's everything I've been looking for
Sauce when I drip, holy sh*t, I feel rich
And your b*tch is the b*tch I've been looking for