A-one, a-one-two
It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...


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Everybody wants to be a big shot

Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be...

[repeat]

Just like me, just like me

The S to the A to the L to the fa-sol-la T's makin' dough
(Nuts?) No, but as in big bucks
So (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell

It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell
And I can tell that you don't like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell


And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a (*##$ now

Check it out, check it out
Just watch me, just watch me


I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang
Up and down the block just ain't my thang
I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money

Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that $$#, honey
I needed more to explore so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack

Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
And now I'm drivin' ^!$$%s crazy


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Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays

Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis
Whatever's in style and costs some big ?
Just to get one, ^!$$%s get a real five

It's all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So read me all the rules so I can have my money right

Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight

So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat

But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don't know much about ya
But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can


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(You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa (*##$es
They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers

Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don't wanna be like them (*##$es
I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff

Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other (*##$es I can't stand


(So I'm a (*##$ now?)
Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
(Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now)

Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a (*##$, y'all)
Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at?

(You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now
And I'll bet you wanna be like me)
Still can't stand them (*##$es

(Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a (*##$, y'all
A rich (*##$, y'all, and I know))


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