[Chorus]

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney

[Verse 1]

Brazilian candy, from Miami

Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion

Hate rap, told me where she get cake at

She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer

Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to

Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in Pampers

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree

33, recovering from plastic surgery

Went from 34B to 36 double D

Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party

Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis

MVP, we flicked it up for Sports Illustrated

I was silked out, flossin' with Stoute, he had the 'gators

When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas

Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders

A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers

It's easy to hit the pussy, just don't fall in love

Next thing you know, I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub

Palm Springs, Al Capone's suite, washin' her feet

Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug

Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character

Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips

Givin' head like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me 'bout her husband's affairs

Millions she would get if his neck got slit, she rolled the equality

Then passed the lye to me

Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy

He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sportif

Evenings, he drinks his wines on his private resort

"You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear

Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere

So we can make more money, then you could ever see rappin'

Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adaptin'"

P-11's, ACP shells for blastin'

Caught him with his Spanish maid

He had a lighter with a can of spray, burnin' her legs

She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic

Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out existence

His maid cried "No," she lucky she was blindfold

Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo

Twelve point five million, he kept his funds

In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children

Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared? Electric chair's all I envision

All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"

I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland

Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight

The same night, headed to Spain, nice game

Now we're back to where we meet a-gain...

[Chorus]

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney

[Verse 2]

Top down, night air blow her hair

Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

Fast lane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

Took a blast out of her coke bag

Snorted it, started screamin', yo we almost crashed

Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass

Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

Overwhelmed by greed, put to death