Cashmere Thoughts

[Intro] Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is, player? (You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man) If I had your hand I'd turn mine in, man (Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off) Hah, man, you know, man, I'm just dealing that hoe money You know, hoe money is slow money, but it's sho' money (Check this out man, you run up on your bitches This is what you tell 'em Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in that car window, and drop it like it's hot) [Verse 1] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spitting venom up in the minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is cold like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs 18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rapping 'em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned 'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough Spitting flow like fine wine down your earlobe I'm smooth, but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal The proper etiquette when I drop the subject verb Then the predicate with this rich nigga rhetoric I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now Notice the child swift like a Lotus Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye Yet I still feel the need to be fly I dip-dye when I'm rapping, then slide like satin You know the black got white china in the brain cabinet I never cry, if I did, I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard And the only time you love them is when your dick hard [Interlude] Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby) Nah, you know, that's just laid back man (Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z) Cashmere baby (Motherfucking pimp, that's what he be) Cashmere baby (It don't get no hotter than that, baby) Sho' yo right, sho' yo right (Them niggas know) [Verse 2] Check it out, check it out Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and I gotta keep your tricks intact 'Cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack, man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing player, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight? Go tell your peeps, dog, I'm lethal til it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick, look Fuck if your leg broke, bitch, hop up on your good foot