I Won't Tell

Baby, you can keep a secret?
Coca
Krills Mania
Ayy, ayy
Uh, uh

Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes
Phantom top-drop on that I-95
Pink seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's Top Model
She says, "Your earring, look at that thing
That's even bigger than the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I'm like, "Come on, ma, yuh know mi run New York"
J's in the background, put you to bed
Says he got brains so I'm lookin ahead
Then I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G's
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, yaddamean?

Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)
Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
I'll never do that to you
'Cause baby you got it, and you got me (yes, ow)
I got a thing for ya

A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls (Wheaties)
What you know about havin' dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me The Birdman when them doors ajar
Ghostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chopard
Went to Chao brought Chow's out, Nobu the same thing
Bill's so high they throw in the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, yaddamean?

Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) (I won't tell)
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you (I got a thing for you)
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)
Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) (I can keep a secret)
I'll never do that to you
'Cause baby you got it, and you got me (grown man be I)
I got a thing for ya (I got a thing for you)

Millionaire frames, Perrier rugs
Every day a different chain, nigga, get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
Get you right, lay pipe all night like me
Call you Fruity Pebbles 'cause you got so many spot bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bag
Hermes shit wherever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that
Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don
Christian Louboutin, the bluish charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, yaddamean?

Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) (I won't tell)
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya)
Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) (baby, I won't tell)
I'll never do that to you
'Cause baby you got it, and you got me (baby, you got it)
I got a thing for ya

Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell) (Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one)
If you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you (J. Holiday checkin' in)
I'll do anything for ya (girl anything for ya) (I'll do anything for you)
Baby, I (I) won't (won't) tell (tell)
I'll never do that to you (said this is grown folks music)
'Cause baby you got it, and you got me (yes, ow)
I got a thing for ya (I got a thing for you, yeah)

See I won't tell, I won't tell, no no
No no, yeah, yeah, yeah