Na-na so sick, make your toes twitch
Get up in yo' ass and ride that shit
Oh yeah, dare you act shady with the first lady?
Let's go half on this baby
Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a Swiss ho'
Room 704, fuck they mad at me fo'?
Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?
Nuthin'. Hey, do a somersault
All that platinum shit you bought?
Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my fault
Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky
Next time you see me, address me like, "Miss Foxy"
It's for the wrist? Cop it. If it's a six? Drop it.
Thongs with topless, how you like that Robbie?
Ain't nothing sweet, you know my style
Doggy style from the back, in the back
Hit it like that
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Dollar bill nothin' but stacks get you anything
Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill
Dollar bill say what you want baby while you be stalling at the lights
We be dipping in Mercedes
Dollar bill we get us from here to Rio in two hours first class
Still time to take a shower
Dollar bill where ever we be it's VIP status, no doubt
Now what y'all cats know about that
Say lady, I'm liking what I see come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby
Can't you see one night is all I need
We'll go somewhere and be talkin' about your future plans with me
I would do anything to have you in my life, that's right
We can take a flight out of here, go anywhere
I got proof rims on the V-12 make you raise the roof, no gold in the tooth
Put some in the vault CD's overseas private lofts
I'm you haters holocaust
Ain't my fault I rap, then still made a mill' but it's my fault
I got my own label deal
Vacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana's
On the way to pick up Madona, the ill na-na
Foxy Brown
Now you know the na-na plays with the big boys
Everything from the Six Coupe to the big Royce can you handle that
A lotta sass and ass
With that and I'm strictly for the dough so fuck you think I'm here fo'
Princesses in a row, row platinum status ice lace to pink face
Then I back the faggots
See me rocking anything from Mongolians to Persians you still learning
I got 'em swervin', through a sermon
And there's nothin' you can tell me 'bout these cats
That I done either ran through or plan to in fact must I continue this
Might be a couple of cats that I missed we could skip the French kiss
Take it straight to the wrist and it gets no iller than this
Na-na engraved on canary ice
See me wear it twice did y'all niggas hear me right
Me and Kelly put the lock down
From New York to Chitown from his town to my town, for the dollar bill
Chorus
Now tell me who that said that we couldn't rock
I roll the dice, bet the dots say we won't stop
I roll from Chitown to Cali hit your block
I bless the day that R&B music meet hip hop
You haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hot
Even when I'm in your face, y'all see me not
Sportin' nothing but the rocks, navigators on the block
Merridian CD's with five TV's, college honeys follow in your GS3
On the way to IHOP, coming from the spot
Niggas in the lot jammin' to the knock
Y'all mad cuz you can't get what we got
Who's the number one contender, January through December?
Cut your forest down while you niggas screamin' Timothy
Sophia know me from the beach house in Miami
Banks know me, so I could give a damn about the Grammies
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all (3x)
The dollar bill, Track Masters, Rockland
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