| Go bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six |
| sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix |
| have my money accurate |
| I don’t won’t my cats to flip they clap and shit |
| real nails no tips that you love to kiss |
| and for I mereda sour get my thugs to crisp |
| front row cheering the knicks illegal pit stack my arithmetic |
| but dick ya lips I like hard and stiff can you handle it |
| Sole' burn tracks like candle wit |
| independent woman so you don’t have to trip |
| baby we can go dutch half pay for it |
| chorus: we can do anything that you wanna do |
| go anyplace that you wanna go |
| I ain’t no money hungry hoe |
| Sole' don’t need ya dough no no |
| Yo we number one for months |
| tryin to catch up like hunch |
| yo we up front and personal |
| I heard ya label jerkin you |
| feel like hurtin who |
| Lord have mercy on you |
| only female out the crew |
| 5 6 and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two |
| with twenties on it get up on it you want it but they ain’t no how |
| bitchbagade?? have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks |
| I take my hails off you takin dirt naps I heard that |
| make you work pass ATL home of the lats |
| bringing real hip hop back now who can top that |
| need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at |
| chorus: two times |
| You don’t really wanna face me |
| I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy’s |
| you don’t wanna make me put my hands up |
| get yo man what you know we buck misery pull the truck up |
| he ran like a duck |
| now its me and you boo |
| and you shit out of luck |
| open up and meet these nuts |
| now you lumped up for what |
| talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Mrs |
| rappin ain’t yo style you need to switch |
| read your top ten list Sole' on top of this |
| what what yo yo and you know that I’m the soloist |
| I’m rollin dice make’m clap to this |
| chorus: four times |
| Make’m clap to this make’m make’m make’m clap to this |
| (repeat till fade) |