Foxy Brown   What? Jay-Z, what      I keep it fresher than the next bitch   No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch   With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed   You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me      You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver   You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride   And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why   You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit      The first chance to crack the bank   They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs   And papayas, from the village to the tele   Time to kill it on your belly, no question   I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence      They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot   Meet your death in less than eight seconds   Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight   Who you askin', right?      Ain't no nigga like the one I got   (No one can fuck you betta)   Sleeps around but he gives me a lot   (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)      Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone   (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)   Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own   Man o' they own, man o' they own   (Yea, yea)      Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag   Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks   Got you a beeper to feel important   Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan      I keep ya dove but love   You know these ho's be makin' me weak   Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep      I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'   You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'   The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'   So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen      I play hard-eh till they say God   He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard   Lawd, don't even trip   I never slip, nigga, get a grip      What you don't see is whatcha get   Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?   When you niggas play sick we can all get ill   (What the deal?)      Ain't no nigga like the one I got   (No one can fuck you betta)   Sleeps around but he gives me a lot   (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)      Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone   (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)   Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own   Man o' they own, man o' they own      Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie   Promise to stay monogamous, I try   But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak   Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep      What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes   Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub   Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga   So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke      But now you're style and I raised you   Basically, made you into a don   Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that   That's why I get bagets five carats and all that      From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells   So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators   Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'   On how I fuck the best o' shit      Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys   Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis   I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life   Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was      I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit   When you was in levers and bullshit berettas   And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali   Wit all the flavor suede Bally's      Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post   I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs   I never worry 'bout them other chicks   'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch      I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'   How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex   But when you come home   Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks      Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes   Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit   Fucks no, I see half o' the dough   Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars      Ain't no nigga like the one I got   (No one can fuck you betta)   Sleeps around but he gives me a lot   (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)      Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone   (Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)   Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own   Man o' they own, man o' they own      Ain't no nigga like the one I got   (No one can fuck you betta)   Sleeps around but he gives me a lot   (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)   Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone