Verse 1:
Ay yo, I got a resolution...This year I`m playing right
No six fifteen this year, you can stay the night
We can go bowling, it ain`t like before
Can`t you see that I`m growing? I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin` they shit and they couldn`t get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn`t get past the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses`
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil` Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin` to smash
Let `em lean on the cash, take `em on long trips
Break `em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I`m off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice Tai Chi...that still can buy weed
And can give me some good head, and I`ll make her a mami
You hear me?
(Hook:)
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
(Hey papi)
[Even if they don`t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you`ll never let me go
Promise you`ll never leave me
Promise we`ll grow, they goin/sayin
Verse 2:
I was the worse...I use to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like, "I wish he was gay"
Cause they knew...sooner or later hun was gettin` with Jay
Just a...matter of time she was gettin` with Jay
I`ll have your chick in the tropics somewhere sippin` on `zae
Spittin` up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin` away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said...she feel free when she around me
I`m letting her do her and in turn she doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is he
(Hook:)
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
(Hey papi)
[Even if they don`t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you`ll never let me go
Promise you`ll never leave me
Promise we`ll grow, they sayin
[Verse 3]
I was nice to girls, but that wasn`t the Shawn they felt
They said the Coupe was alright, but they didn`t like the seat belts
I looked tight...they told me "Loosen up", run a couple of lights
Spank`em, pull their hair...just don`t treat`em so nice
Left me confused, I messed wit chicks that was best when abused
Nice guys finish last wit they special set of rules
And me? I over did it. All chauvanistic, would treat`em...so vicious
Would stroke...but won`t kiss it, but now...I`m tryna flow different
I`m tryna cool it now. I`m tryna plant a seed, start a new addition
I`m sick of chasin chickens...
Sick of every other...city we go...same ol` hoes
[Hook couple more times]
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