got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again Talkin' bout hoes and dough again Yup! Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin' a blank You got
you the shit yeah mami you the shit, you the shit uh huh you the shit, you the shit yeah mami you the shit [hook] show em what you got baby show em you
't have to be this grumpy 'Cause there's plenty of other losers got it way worse than me It's been a bad, bad day but who gives a shit (Huh?) I could
no measure And now you got me asking Where did you go huh? Where did you go huh? Where did you go huh? Where did you go huh? Where did you go and where
back?" Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh? And if life a bitch, suck my dick huh? And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh By the way nigga
verses please, c'mon Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, 'fore you say what you say, hot damn
Cot damn, it's a new day Cot damn, but the nigga wanted money Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot damn They just can't understand or fathom my demeanor Unapproachable
to drive, huh Damn right, I got a problem Huh, it's all good, trust me, it's all good Imagine that your girl came home Walking a little different Got
his boy He screamin', "Boy, boy, boy, boy" Damn shut up, boy, he's snitchin', oh boy This niggas bitchin', boy, he's twistin', oh boy If Feds was listenin', boy, damn
] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh) Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn
't be afraid to touch I know you think I'm a good girl Don't you think a girl like me should be (Touched) I know I ain't been drinkin' Damn, he's got
Yo, yo yo move out of the way, we got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker
you'd be walkin off stiff My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh) A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh) And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh
the town thats Ciroc pourin' and that Marley Marl, 4 doorin' screaming whats up, I'm like damn cutie you got a Pam booty, that ass Cole stupid I bet she got
my house Would you please come with respect? If not then I'll have to have my man DOA Drop it, yeah Come on y'all What'cha wanna do? Huh Yeah, listen
with the big gat ready to fuck One nutt you done screamin' "damn baby I'm stuck!" Why in the world would you continue to run my way? Got hit once, found