I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke   I heard she sniffin' coke   (Shut up, bitch)   Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit   Nah Biggie wrote her shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail   She done fucked up now   (Shut up, bitch)   Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits   Man, get off my girl's shit   (Shut up, bitch)      Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'   Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'   Damn, can't a bitch breathe, gimmie room please   I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze      I used to ride in a rental Lebaron   Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes McLaren   Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up   I'm in the Trump International, thirty floors up      You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'   Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'   You say you got this but we don't see nothin'   And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'      Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes   Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos   Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit   Get yo facts straight or shut up, bitch      I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke   I heard she sniffin' coke   (Shut up, bitch)   Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit   Nah Biggie wrote her shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail   She done fucked up now   (Shut up, bitch)   Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits   Man get off my girl's shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'   In somethin' made with German engineerin' [Incomprehensible]   Homes with French doors and heated marble floors   Whores heated 'cause Momma back and hotter than before      Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank   I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't   I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz   So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is      You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'   Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'   You say you got this but we don't see nothin'   And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'      So don't believe e'rythin' you hear   Just like a q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear   Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year   Shit I done heard it all throughout my career      I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke   I heard she sniffin' coke   (Shut up, bitch)   Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit   Nah Biggie wrote her shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I heard she goin to jail, I heard she out on bail   She done fucked up now   (Shut up, bitch)   Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits   Man get off my girl's shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I just keep climbing up the ladder, y'all never stop my swagger   All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter   Some peoples jobs just to talk about Lil' Kim   Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them      Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed   They got some nerve when the ones who do the ratings look a mess   Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best   Damn, it must feel good to Payless      You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'   Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'   You say you got this but we don't see nothin'   And people if you feel me get this whole shit jumpin'      You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat   Quick to put another niggaz business in the street   I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief   You know your mouth's a cage for your tongue   If you just close your teeth      I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke   I heard she sniffin' coke   (Shut up, bitch)   Ayo Kim can spit, man she don't write her shit   Nah Biggie wrote her shit   (Shut up, bitch)      I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail   She done fucked up now   (Shut up, bitch)   Why she get her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits   Man, get off my girl's shit   (Shut up, bitch)      Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you   She's back, oh my God   You had a voodoo doll and everything, worthless bitch   You just knew, 'Don't let her come back Jesus   Please don't let her come back'      But she's back bitches   Haha, okay look, just, on the count of three   Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second   Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'   See, that's why don't nobody talk about you      Ain't nothin' to talk about   Get yourself a hobby, bitch, learn how to make a quilt or sumin'   Ha, is it really that you hate you?   That's what it is ain't it, just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch