[Verse 1]
   Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
   Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
   Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
   Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
   Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
   Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
   Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
   Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
   Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
   Scrooge, still look good without ruge
   My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
   Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
   Money, money, money, how we blaze
   Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
   Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
   Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube
  
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   In the showdown, how it go down
   Get the flow down, watch it go down
   How it go down, in the showdown
   Gettin closed down, watch em go down
   In the showdown, how it go down
   Put your dough down, watch it go down
  
   [Verse 2]
   I'm representin bitches 'round the way
   We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay
   I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
   With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
   I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
   House on the hill with my publishin deal
   Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
   And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check
   Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex
   After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
   Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
   And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
   Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
   Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
   Tell me now cuz that's how I ball
   'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul
  
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   [Verse 3]
   Peace to all my peoples in mission
   Peace to peoples with they license suspended
   Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
   Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
   What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
   Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
   I'm smokin damn good and chokey black
   Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
   I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
   And always be around like I was afros
   Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
   Risin to the top cuz that's how momma raised me
   Now that the message is embedded
   The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
   Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost
   Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross
  
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