[Verse 1]

Ever since back in the days things changed

We got a record deal now things rearrange

Rearrange how true

Cause everything I wear is design

I sit back in my leather seats pop in my tape and recline

Baby is pumping in my system

Love we getting jiggy by the way my name is Digge

The Mistafiss be I

I'm fly

You try

Denied to me but tonight I'll be the one who keeps on passing you by

Step into my sec give me a second or two

Give me your number

Here's my number in case ya wonder

You know I'm living large, check me out

I'm chill

I guess you didn't know that I'm that Bamma from the Ville

(I thought she knew)

No she didn't

So let's forget the kitten

No time to stumble all over a line that's already been bitten

Man forget it

I guess she wasn't down with the Q

So then we swing to another scene to start the rendezvous

[Hook] {x4}

Everything is love

[Verse 2]

We stepped outside

Chilling with this groupie type chick

With lots of gold, resembling my man Slick Rick

Where you at? Right (over here)

Where ya been? Right (here I come)

Where you at? Right (over here)

Tell me how it is right

I slap palms with Digge Doms

Disarming the alarm

Mistafiss is in bliss within the cellular phone

See, I'ma swing by tell Ding I'll maybe even bring my

Black custom made double deuce slang cruiser

Moola

Who makes the moola?

Stoned in a trance like a glace from Medusa

Through the rear view paranoia got me peaking

Smoke [?] like Uncle Ben for no reason

Never shall I wonder, never shall I need

Caught up in the game while I'm trying to succeed

[?] video, now the whole city know

Everything's love

Yo it's the poor in swole

Dollars I fold

I'm in front of your building let's be ready to roll

Ayo my man who's ready to scoop me in the black Land'

Is you foul boy?

But no [?]

See everything's love

But not so fast cuz

Not until I get myself [?] to finish the job

Then peace to the 8 Square Mob and yo we outtie

Rosta bust a U and head straight for the fucking party

Everything's love

[Verse 3]

Now back to the party

(Everybody's having a ball)

Love from wall to wall

(How we macking 'em all)

Hey DJ put us on display

While I'm freaking on love every which way

Now you're sweating our gear and ah sweating our grammar

Now-a-days everyone they wants to be a bammer

Now Fee is our manager cause Cat Mandu

He hit me on the hip about a gig in Honolulu

[Hook]

[Outro]

Niggas you's tripping. You know what I'm saying, this party is weak. Hahaha. You know what I'm saying? Nigga like me gots to be worldwide. You know, money in my pocket, trying to rocket. Niggas is trying to flow. Let's go. Take us to the airport