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    My twanky looks stanky on the Benz
    And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens?
    And make 'em think I got a whole bunch o' paper
    And even date a ball player from the Lakers
    Now, faker-taker-maker, holla 'atcha lata'
    Shake-'n-wake 'em, tell him what to get my ass from Jacobs'
    That's the way a real diva like to floss it
    Buy a car, no matta' what it cost's
    Of course, it's my Rolls-Royce's makin' noises
    Tell ya who da mothafuckin' boss is
    I'ma drive, and you're walkin', that's why you talkin'
    See da chrome spinnin' on the wheel? Stop jockin'
    I'ma let you know real nice 'n slow, I'd be broke as a joke
    If I had to be a hoe, so poor
    Missy on the rise like the Sun
    If you think that I'm done, I ain't even begun

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    Feel da boombastic in ya back-head
    15's puttin' holes in ya 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
    2: 20, 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 me on TV
    Acceptin' my Emmy or Grammy, in Miami
    I hit you with the one-two-whammy
    Your no-tooth granny wit' a hole in her panties
    And I don't give a shit if you can stand me
    'Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my mammy
    And I don't mean to sound too petty
    But they used to call me fatty til I got wit' Puff Daddy

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    Move it all around (we gon' do it like this, y'all)
    Move it all around (huh?)

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    My rims keep turnin' and turnin'
    Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon
    And, yes, it's my concernin'
    Your chain platinum or is it really sterling?
    I'm old-school, I rock a Sherlin
    From New Jers', heard all the way to Berlin
    And it's for certain, behind every curtain
    There's a snake-bitch lurkin' and she 'bout to catch a hurtin'
    Mr. Mose on da beats
    And Missy be da beats behind da beats
    My record sales gon' jump and do leaps
    And while ya sleep, I'm on the ground as a creep (sha-creep!)
    I got Pumas on my feet
    Fresh gear, err'yday, all week
    You know I keep it hot fo' my peeps
    Never cheap, underground, like the streets (oh-oh)

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    Song details

    Composition: Timbaland and Melissa Arnette Elliott

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