Uh, hit me
Dont explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you want be wit me
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, dont say it to me
Cuz I know Im in control
See Trix are for kids, and boo Im too old
Go head, with your games
Dont ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
Im the best thing in history
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I dont know whats wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
If you want me, wheres my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Wheres my money? Wheres my clothes?
If you want me, wheres my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough?
Wheres my money? Wheres my clothes?
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
Im thinkin its time to chill
Yeah, but you on a drill, though
I couldnt even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be tryin to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin me that yous a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It aint my fault you dirty your Victorias Secrets
And your Fredericks
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedricks, to entertain you
To give you to the "G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin
Oh yeah, we puffin on one of them thangs too
You blamin who? You namin who?
I know you aint bringin that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But Im backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go head wit all that stabbin me
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo ass, G
Yeah, yeah
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