Lyrics:

The girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go
You see, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go

Yeah yo yo yo
We Miami dressed dreams, Johnny Walker and con honoree
What I spit resembles the reactions of Sean Connery
Last tango, it's octopus season and we be breezin'
In the '98 Pinto, we squeezin' Sacramento
With this little Amazon, who like to wear thongs and drink
Mini screwdrivers in the glass house 'til she pass out
And on a blue moon
I like to blink eons in my Beemer on zoom
Is you feelin' me, cat?

Yo! Get on your mark (mark), get set (set), dor the tours
Go up against me, I'll be the founder of your loss
I know your whole story, bringing terror to your territory, Huzzah!
No mercenary, Wonder Why
Select the illest dubs up in clubs
Where you can cop a lap dance, screen response
Send 'em out on laptops, that's how it is
Age of her and his, tryin' to get their's
Buildin' on thrones to leave to their heir
See, what I do feeds my fam, my babies
My record company, and occasionally some ladies
Who's gonna get it? Me and Suede 'bout to set it
At the Platon, De La and the Camp bring the charm

Hey yo, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go
You see, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go

Yo, I'm exchangin' eyes with Mrs. Louis Prim', they Lee jeans on
Switching like seasons, gettin' my squeeze on
Slippin' notes, half on remote, coat it with latex
She dangerous, so I'ma play it safe sex

Batteries not included, Magic and half-suited
Cuties, yo' flow pretty
They nigga ball and
I'm sure you forgot (who)
The diamond babies (who)
Crashed the crystal fist
Glass all on miss's kiss
Dr. No No is Dr. Yes
Fly my temperatures from the closet, the project
I'm the Magic black rainbow, Lo leprechaun
Just splash the Day Glo, don't forget the diamond be known

So let it be known
Places we flown, the way that we zone
It's equivocated in some fire but its cooked out
Look out! De La don't care, Lo-a don't care
It's multitude of language, my mellow, get it right

Son, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' steady
So here we go

Ayo, pass the Chewbacc'
You see these Star Wars sink a par four
I'm all in these feels like Shawn to Montour
Stretching from toe to chin at the Coco Inn
Sun blindin' me, Stevie, but you got my back-gammon
Spot you, pink on a plate, like salmon
Who know about Ham-a-let, money all in the cabinets
Reppin' like reptiles, let the scale speak
Act sweet, get that ass bumped to the backseat

My ass is sittin' on an arrow, that's how much I'm on point
Anoint mics, from mountain to gutter
Put the butter in the scotches
We treat trends like watches – set 'em!
If you got a crew (Better tell 'em!)

We the Sunshine Boys
At the time, the prime choice
Alarm the fine voice
That includes them older rhymers
Keepin' the Lo behind her
Lust and goodbye lady
Flush from gloss Mercedes
De La, you so crazy

Yeah, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this cash comin' steady
So here we go
You see, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go

Yeah, forever laid out
And always 'Zé'ed out
We on a stake-out
The weather's nice
We can ride around, I got the 8 out
We never played out, always paid out – know the difference
I'll breathe fumes on your mutant lifeform, so keep your distance

It's a Grand Prix sort of fantasy, fancy free
First, we harpoon the fish, then we deep six
Then, we cover the moon, lips for prefix
Now we pull out the brooms, so we can sweep this
Lo-a!

Make jewels to make your ears drool, slow yor rushin'
My soviets, son, how Lo we get is a damn shame
Sponsor the campaign – billboards, awards
De La for presidential-elect, place your bets

Went from unknown to blown and '89
Was living single, with a single on The Box, keepin' it lit
And once again the wide world 'bout to play the battered spouse
While the Soul and Camp Lo start swingin' these hits

Yeah, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this cash comin' steady
So here we go
You see, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this money comin' heavy
So here we go
Yeah, the girls look so good
But their brains aren't ready
I don't know
I'd rather talk to a woman
And keep this conversation heavy
So here we go