Verse 1 - Loon] Yeah I see you girl, why you lookin at me And why your man in the club lookin trigger happy It's a shame you don't hear me though And
me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me the bitch make sure you pass the Courvoisier Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs You
Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe
head, everybody KNOWS, I'm, im, im, im supergirl I'm the perfect disaster. You cant stop me. Coming faster and faster. You just watch me. (five) Five six don't you
? (We don?t like those country records) I don't wanna hurt no one I just wanna have a little fun So I'm begging you Please man, don't call the police
sit down like ryerson You wanna dis, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on Yo who the don, who plays
on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion There's gangsters all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't
the sound like Tyson Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson You wanna dis, don't even try son Hey yo, Pizzone - I'm the prodigy you
you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got
wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna
black Sit back, ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you
let off a **** **** It ain't my fault you done f***** up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack
Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you Tryin' to pull five
, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin' down, better step
I ain't come to stay, I got a post bar and a date Two million in the bag, ain't one to brag You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a
you wanting to say it feels good to be over you, babe so play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate so play this shit while you contemplate
lot But you're hot (You're so hot) But I think you kinda know it Really hopin' you don't blow it, so bring it You're tired, boring, you're sore, boring
on in to the "Live in the Den" show [Busta Rhymes] And if you don't knowww, now you know And if you don't knowww, now you know, nigga [Outro: Tigger