[Tyra:]

Kobe, how many girls have said "I love you?"

Not like 'I love you Kobe!' like a fan

But like, for real, like, baby, marry me

I love you



[Kobe:]

You're sweet

Once again (Once again)

Flawless (Flawless)

C'mon

Right

Uh, uh huh

Yo, yo, it's like this



Uh, what I live for? Basketball, beats and broads

From Italy to the US, yes, it's raw

I'ma search for the one that make my wealth feel poor

Who can ignore the spotlight life of Grandma

My downfall is how I found the aura, so I searched in

There's plenty of women with sex appeal when it's filled

Can even complete the package, all I date is actresses

Can play it safe with them, my money ain't bait

But I must take risks to find a honey that's legit

Whether she push a buck and a six, bumpin' some mad chips

Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop's home

Watch time, fashion, Adidas attire or Timbo's

I don't know, yo, these women come and go

Like the wind they blow, how do I know it's you for sure?

When God talk to me, give me a signal

But until then, all my ears hear, just let me flow

C'mon



[1: Tyra Banks]

K-O-B-E, I  L-O-V-E you

I believe you are very fine

If you give me one chance, I promise to love you

And be with you forever more



K-O-B-E, I  L-O-V-E you

I believe you are very fine

If you give me one chance, I promise to love you

And be with you forever more



[Kobe:]

Check this out though

Real love last, now do you love me or my cash?

My name, fame, drop top, Benz or the wooden dash?

You know my stash, from Georgie cash

Platinum, US express, no paper cash

Spend it all now, or kiss to be rich cash

Hash, stocks and bonds, laugh when they crash

Are you the type that brag the jewels you flash

The type-type with your ex-man and push his Jag

The type that love no scrubs or pigeons and got mad

The type that can't stand a women with her own cash

You know, like lime, claim she ain't rat

The type that get loud in public, refrain my hand from a slap

No time for y'all, too busy for y'all

Plenty of dimes turn me on and turn me off tryin' to show off

Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up

Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know

C'mon



[1]



[Tyra (Kobe):]

K-O-B-E, I  L-O-V-E you (Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me)

K-O-B-E, I  L-O-V-E you (Right, right, uh, uh, uh)



[Kobe:]

Think ya eyein' me, all along, I'm eyein' you

The hunter becomes the hunted, girl, I'm preying on you

Beautiful, the feelings we share are mutual

Passion that's telling me so for us is suitable

Un-controllable desire flows through me

When you say my name, such lust in your slang

No time for games, the games I play, all the same

Can't get witcha, when the door hitcha, when the Lord splitcha

I figure, hour-glass figures could be dangerous

Cuz if your time runs out, they frame you for your clout

And having a past, well, I stereotype glass

All dimes ain't money, ass, and feignin' for a brother's cash

Slash fame, slash power, slash repsect

All of the above, makes me a supreme threat for scrubs

Love but do you want? One more 'gain, let me know

The words flow, from the bottom of your soul

C'mon



[1: to fade]



[Kobe:]

It's like that

Right

KB

TB

Flawless

Like that, spit it out