Dimez Lyrics - 613: Ashy To Classy - Field Mob

I'm lookin' for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens 

But one them on top of her game, paid bitches 

I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free 

So fuck that, I want a lady, I can give cash to be 

A lover, makin' me say "Ungh" like Master P 

And helpin' me out when I'm deep in a catastrophe 

She has to be, top notch and full of class 

Or rollin' a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass 

Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight 

She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night 

She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with 

But so jazzy, flashin' her diamonds on her bracelet 

She don't say shit, keepin' our love on the d low 

I trust and believe in her, like Shiraz, she's my hero 

She don't need no zero's she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with 

Splittin' it fifty, fifty down the middle 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

She had broke niggas and had tonight hoe niggas 

Showboat poor niggas perpetratin' with no scrilla 

She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters 

Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with 

And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga 

So don't go twistin' with a gold nigga 

'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch 

That you can floss with that don't cost shit 

And anytime I want to I can toss it 

And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it 

'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her 

Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous 

Long micros with lots of cheddar 

Givin' me more D's than Jay Z, she'll Roc A Fella 

Classy, I gots to say it in a capella 

So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me 

Jazzy hoe's, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri 

Because classy ain't the thing to be and yes it's plain to see 

If you a skank you can't hang with me 

No, I can't have no rat claimin' me, like a leech, clang to me 

Or much, you should be shamed to be 

Ridin' in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them 

Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin' them, I wanna stay with them 

And lay with them, passin' pussy's not the way for them 

I'm lacin' 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium 

She gets down with me, freakin' in any position 

Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon 

I'm needin' a pinchin' to make sure that I'm not dreaming 

Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin' and pass me the switch, flashin' her wrist 

Where ya at ma'? 

I'm lookin' for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya 

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 

What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Sittin' on big heels, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

With the micro braids, I need a jazzy bitch, I need a jazzy bitch 

Yeah, you like to be paid, I need a jazzy bitch 

C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Strike down your spine, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Color contacts in your eye, I need a jazzy bitch 

C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Cute golds in your grill, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Lookin' good and need lacos, I need a jazzy bitch 

C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Earring to your belly button, I need a jazzy bitch 

C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Chewin' on, chewin' gum, I need a jazzy bitch 

C'mon, I need a jazzy bitch 

Whoa, whoa, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch