Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through Talk to me nice (nice) Fuck with the move (movie) Fifteen thousand (yeah, yeah) Just for some shoes (cash) Put it on a sprinter (sprinter) This is not a rental (no) Put it on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

It's amazing the amount of rejection that I see I'm lookin' forward to the girl I wanna be So I try not to waste too much time at the bathroom sink Puttin' on my makeup Puttin' off the hard stuff Hoping that it passes Fake smile and eyelashes And try not

Baby, let's put the X in sex Love's like a muscle and you make me wanna flex Keep it undercover, baby let me be your private eye Let's put the X in sex I got a letter just the other day She sent a picture, but she didn't sign her name She wore high heels

Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Fuck it up! And turn them thangs upside down Yeah! Aight Bigg Dogg It's 'bout that time You got a cup or bottle

Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it If you gang banging who you beefing with? The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to

Money, money, money, money, money Got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Get me feeling filthy rich Put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me Honey, that's money

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

I put my own rock on my hand (woo) Fanning myself, I'm stanning myself I don't need a man I love me so much I put my hands on myself If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can ('cause I can) I put my own rock on my hand If I'm loving you, it's 'cause I can I

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

She don't get the blues, she gives 'em Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don't like those hurtin' songs Cause she's already lived 'em She checks her broken heart there at the