My twanky looks stanky on the Benz And don't I gotta look sweet for my menz? And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper? And even date a ball player from the Lakers? Now, faka', taka', maka', holla 'atcha lata' Shake 'n wake 'em, 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 the cost is Of course, it's my Rolls-Royces makin' noises Tell you who the muthafuckin' boss is I'ma drive, and you 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 Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh) Feel da boom-basstic 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 Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh) My rims keep turnin' 'n turnin' Tires burnin' through Queens 'n Mount Vernon And yes, it's my concernin' Your chain platinum, or is it really sterlin'? 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' 'n 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 grind as a creep (sha-creep!) I got Pumas on my feet Fresh gear, err'yday, all week You know I keep it hot for my peeps Never cheap, underground, like the streets (oh-oh) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh) Slide, slide Dip (dip), shake (shake) Move it all around (we gonna do it like this, y'all) Move it all around (huh)