[Kalage]

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 "unngh" like Master P 

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

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 Shira, she's my hero 

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

Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle 



[Chorus 2x]

I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch 

Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist 

Where you at ma'? 

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

As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter 



[Boondox]

She had broke niggas and she said some nice 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 

Loooooong 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 



[Chorus]



[Kalage]

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

Jazzy hoes, 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 



[Chorus 2x]



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