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My twinkies looks stanky on the Benz

And don't I gotta look shweet for my mens

I make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper

And even date a ball player from the Lakers

Now faker taker maker holla at cha later

Shake and wake up tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacobs

That's the way a real diva like to floss it

Buy a car no matter what it costess

Of course, its my Rolls Royce's made dem nauseaus

Tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is

I'm a drive and you walkin' that's why you talkin'

See the chrome spinnin' on the wheel stop jockin'

I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke

If I had to be your ho so po'

Missy on the rise like the sun if you think

That I'm done I ain't even begunSlide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around, move it all around

Slide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around, move it all aroundFeel the boom bass to get you bad kit

Fifteen's putting holes in you back kit

Bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom

Don't it sound so fantastic

My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini

Two tewnty can't see me in a bottle like a Genie

Teenie, Weenie

Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties

Now here's a freebie

I'ma let you see my on TV

Acceptin' my Emmy or da Grammy in Miami

I hit you with the one two whammie

Your no tooth granny with a hole in her panties

And I don't give a shit if you can't stan' me 'cause

I is what I is and what I am is like my Mamey

And I don't mean to sound to Peti

But they used to call me fatty

Till I got with Puff DaddySlide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around, move it all around

Slide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around move it all aroundMy rims keep turnin' and turnin'

Tires burnin' through Queens and Mt. Vernon

And yes, it's my concern that

You chain platinum or is it really sterlin'?

I'm old school, I rock da Sherlin

From New Jers. heard all the way to Berlin

And as for certain behind every curtain

Is a snake bitch lerkin' and she about to catch a hurtin'

Mr. Moles on da beats

And Missy be the beats behind the beats

My record sales gonna jump and do leaps and

While you sleep I'm on the grind as a creep

Sho creep

I got Puma's on my feet

Fresh gear, e'ryday all week

You know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap

Underground like the streetsSlide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around, move it all around

Slide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around move it all around

Songwriters

ELLIOTT, MELISSA A/MOSLEY, TIMOTHY ZPublished by

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