Dread Money - Outro

Hey little girl, you cold like a ice cream swirl, yeah
Take a dive, yeah, tonight you feel alive
I wanna see what type of girl you is
So you know I gotta give you a tip

And I had to stop fucking on the home
And I know the decision right there was for the best
What type of girl you is, baby
I can show her jealousy, baby, know I'm the best

She say you ain't the type of man I'm used to
Got so many girls running after you
But I don't understand why it's like this
I just gotta understand my life is like this, yeah

She said take a right, yeah, yeah
Second she spend the night, yeah, yeah
Said she won't be right here, yeah
Am I gon' bag the chick? Am I gon' lose her nowadays

I don't even know, no, I tend to use her
No, I ain't bragging about that shit, I ain't no DL
Said she check up on me, he might guess it was his girl
Nigga's wife wanna live their life, and they wanna fuck with me

Little buddy, you expect a nigga like me to get married
Yeah, Carrie J, take your time, yeah
Take you out on the town
Now you thinking bout piping you out, yeah

Take you out, have a good time
Let's get something to eat, yeah
Don't turn her up in the car
No, we getting lit, yeah

She's so bad, no, she bad, no, she stupid, yeah
No, she mad, say I made her jealous with my new chick, yeah
My new chick bad, and her friend want me to be in it
Said you ain't the type of man I'm used to

Got so many girls running after you
But I don't understand why it's like this
I just gotta understand my life is like this, yeah
She said take a right, yeah, yeah

Said can you spend the night here, yeah
Said she love you right here, yeah
You a different type of girl coming on
You shake the world up

You said you'd fuck with me cause I'm the only
Nigga that never change up
I know that girl, she lying
But know that I ain't gonna say a thing

Why the fuck you had to fuck with my friend
Well, I saw you wasn't going, so I had one for your friend
Your friend's better than you anyway
I had to make her play, quarterback, make her play

Know I'ma give me something at the end of the day
These niggas be some bitches, let the pussy get away
For the first time in your life to get married, yeah
Carriage, yeah

Take your time, yeah
Take you out on the town
Ain't thinking about piping you out, yeah
Take you out, have a good time

Let's get something to eat, yeah
Got your love in the car
Know we getting lit, yeah
She so bad, know she bad

And she stupid, yeah
Know she mad, say I made her jealous with my new chick, yeah
So she mad and her friend want me to be in it, yeah
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

Written by:
TIMOTHY DANIEL WILLIAMS, TROY MURRELL

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