Hey Luv D.I.T.C. (Ft. Cuban Link & Milano Constantine)

[Intro: Milano]
Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C
You know how we do things
We always get our way
Yeah, never pay when we play
Know what I mean?
Uh

[Verse 1: Milano]
Yo, I only think of broads on two occasions — when I'm blazin'
And tryna persuade 'em to slide off with slick dialogue
I even pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty
Pocketin' Benji's, swallowin' Demi, mami's hot already
Papi been heavy before I got signed, before I wore signs
Why them broke niggas swear they only pulled dimes?
Or hold minds?
And laid a law
?Forced into immigrant walls?
Makin' mid high calls like "Damn, pah, it's yours!"
Y'all ain't playas, y'all just keep the bench warm
While I run through 'em like Stephon
Get your game tight, I'm the exception
A freak when I get my sex on
Lick cheeks when the thongs come off
Whip cream with cherry Häagen-Dazs
For starters, take shots with Polaroids
Runnin' trizzy, call all my boys
Watchin' Six get busy with a roll of toys
Still keep it low poised tearin' the club up
My niggas wild and drunk
Ain't no stoppin' us from gettin' lots of love, puffin' choc-a-late
On ass, we gotta rub
Shit, we locks it up, it ain't hard to spot us
Pullin' the Expo slow, tellin' them hoes to pile up
No wonder on the low, niggas despise us 'cause we liver