Covered In Gold - Sts, Dice Raw

Spittin' image of perfection;

yo quick question, baby can I get directions?

She said: «To where?»

I said I’m trying to get to heaven

I was hoping you were an angel or your daddy is a revern

At least, peace, I’m Sugar

Friends call me Slim

Now you don’t know me from a can of Sherwin Williams

But if you willing, hell if you chilling

We conversation pushing kush to the ceiling

You quite appealing, shorty they all told you that right

Venus, lady you goddess like

I respect it even more cause you the modest type

Hell, when god made you he knew he got it right

Type of body a nigga gotta like

Could make a queer fellow wanna get a model wife

Hey bartender, server her whatever bottle she like

Fuck price!

Tip the waiter to keep it on ice

I heard about you from my nigga Dice

He described you as being more than kind of nice

Fit for a king you should have that type of life

All covered in gold and diamonds, right?

I love your attitude, and your skin tone

Queen Cleopatra Ms. Cleopatra Jones

Type of women I would take in holy matrimon'

Shorty fly, she don’t ever get her ratchet on

I cut those other hoes off I got my hatchet on

Trying to lock it down with you put the latchet (?) on

Cut the lights dim;

turn the music on

Burn a doobie making love to a Roots song

Her shoes, her blouse Louie Vuitton

Plus the matching bag, she high fashion

Ralph romance, smell it when we slow dance

Glass in my scottle (?) got you doing it with no hands

Caddy broham, drop top slow jam

Ain’t it pronounced brone, I’m like no ma’am

Grammar country as Nelly was I’m barely buzzed

She rolling up for a nigga I might’ve fell in love

I wanna Rolex your wrist up gold first lady

18-karat cut

Jackie, Hilliary Michelle Obama such and such

It ain’t no rush it’s just

Let’s take a gamble and she if we can hit

You looking lovely as a winning lotto ticket Ms

You got me feeling lucky I should play the quick pick

Have us both covered in gold and shit Slick Rick

Check retweet pics on your timeline

Follow each other but rarely do we correspond

At least publicly

And she luckily, doesn’t mind bitches saying they fuck with me

You can’t blame hoes

Gentleman of leisure baby you know how the game goes

What you think I slang for

So I can hang Vera Wang on my main ho

I let her know that it’s a lifestyle change

I let her know there’s some out things that, try and ruin is

She like «True enough

But we can make it if we try just the two of us.»

Build with the shit

I love her quick wit

Perfect timing baby you deserve a diamond

I understand why fools fall in love

Something about the way you shine