My twinkies looks stanky on the Benz   And don't I gotta look shweet for my mens   I make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper   And even date a ball player from the Lakers   Now faker taker maker holla at cha later   Shake and wake up tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacobs   That's the way a real diva like to floss it   Buy a car no matter what it costess   Of course, its my Rolls Royce's made dem nosses   Tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is   I'm a drive and you walkin' that's why you talkin'   See the chrome spinnin' on the wheel stop jockin'   I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'll be broke as a joke   If I had to be your ho so po'   Missy on the rise like the sun if you think   That I'm done I ain't even begun      Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around, move it all around   Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around, move it all around      Feel the boom bass to get you bad kit   Fifteen's putting holes in you back kit   Bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom, bo bo boom   Don't it sound so fantastic   My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini   Two tewnty can't see me in a bottle like a Genie   Teenie, Weenie   Now hate me like you hate to eat your wheaties   Now here's a freebie   I'ma let you see my on TV   Acceptin' my Emmy or da Grammy in Miami   I hit you with the one two whammie   Your no tooth granny with a hole in her panties   And I don't give a shit if you can't stan' me 'cause   I is what I is and what I am is like my Mamey   And I don't mean to sound to Peti   But they used to call me fatty   Till I got with Puff Daddy      Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around, move it all around   Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around move it all around      My rims keep turnin' and turnin'   Tires burnin' through Queens and Mt. Vernon   And yes, it's my concern that   You chain platinum or is it really sterlin'?   I'm old school, I rock da Sherlin   From New Jers. heard all the way to Berlin   And as for certain behind every curtain   Is a snake bitch lerkin' and she about to catch a hurtin'   Mr. Moles on da beats   And Missy be the beats behind the beats   My record sales gonna jump and do leaps and   While you sleep I'm on the grind as a creep   Sho creep   I got Puma's on my feet   Fresh gear, e'ryday all week   You know I keep a high from a peeps never cheap   Underground like the streets      Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around, move it all around   Slide, slide, dip, shake   Move it all around move it all around