feat. Foxy Brown
[-Intro-] (Foxy Brown singing in patois)
(Brooklyn)
Chis mon piya, Wan' so chis mon piya
Chis mon piya, Wan' chis mon piya
Who really wan' come test raff Na Na
Watch these little broads get scorched by fire (Ugh)
[Verse One: Foxy Brown]
Ain't hard to tell, Fox never fail
Remix with the homie from the A-T-L, Blu Cantrell
Dippin' in the Blue C-L, That's how to do
Gucci Tee with the matching nails, IYYE!
Platinum minks with the match Fin Tails, IYYE!
We keep it drastic, Shit on all y'all bastards
My hits is classics, Flows phanom
Bitches, Grab ya tits, Then flow that dram', IYYE!
Wey today when the tables will turn, Y'all can,
Keep ya rings, I got illa bling
A new drop toppa, and the yard top shotta
Playboy, Ya don' knoe, Box shotta
[Verse Two: Blu Cantrell]
Basically, You'll pay for all the love I gave
Spent up all the savings, Through all of the seasons
But not because you cheated on me
Think of all the days I'm on a shopping spree
So when you lying and you cheating, 'Bout to have you screaming
I'm buying up everything (Oops)
[Chorus: Blu Cantrell]
There goes the dreams we use to save (Oops)
There the goes the times we spent away (Oops)
There's goes the love I had
but you cheated on me and that's for that's now (Oops)
There goes the house we made a home (Oops)
There goes your number leave me alone (Oops)
For all the lies you told, This is what you owe
Hey Ladies, When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style (Oops)
Get your hands on the cash and
Spend it to the last dime for all the hard times (Oh, Oh)
Whether Gucci and Prada (Oh, Oh)
Or for more anchaloda (Oh, Oh)
If you wanna hit 'em up
Get the keys to the truck and go smash it up now
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
(Oww!)
The way I used to ride that dick proper (Oops)
Fuck around and have them niggas pop ya (Oops)
I been patient, Now I'm back with another one
No press, Haters don't get statements
You too blatant, Bentleys and Porsches racin'
Paper, Rolies, Cartie's, Pink faces
I keep it real bass shit, Nigga face it, shit
Duke, I made you, Why would I play you?
[Verse 3: Blu Cantrell]
Chis mon' piya, Mister chis mon piya
Get for his goods then set 'em on fire
Grab up all of the prizes
Then go for the pockets
Get him for everything
Think of all the games you played
Those games you waste
Having a fiesta with Tori and Mia
Taking a vacation for free (Oops)
