Go bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is !@($ to mix
Have my money accurate

I don't want my cats to flip they clap and %#@!
Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss
And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp

Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit
Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous
I like hard and stiff can you handle it?

Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
Independent woman so you don't have to trip
Baby we can go dutch half pay for it


[Kandi Burruss]
[1:]

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry hoe

Sole' don't need ya dough no no

[Sole']

Yo we number one for months
You tryin to catch up like hunch
Yo we up front and personal

I heard ya label jerkin you
Feel like hurtin who
Lord have mercy on you

Only female out the crew
5'6" and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two
With twenties on it, get up on it

You want it but they ain't no how
(*##$ brigade, I'm fittin' Cal
Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks

I take my hails off, you takin dirt naps, I heard that
Make you work pass ATL home of the lats
Bringing real Hip Hop back now who can top that

Need to stop that we top cats where my ^!$$%s at

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]

[Sole']

You don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a (*##$ in the dressing room of Macy's
You don't wanna make me put my hands up

Get yo man what?
You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo

And you %#@! out of luck
Open up and meet these nuts
Now you lumped up for what

Talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss
Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch
Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this

What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist
I'm rollin dice make 'em clap to this


[Repeat 1: x4]

Make 'em clap to this

Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
[repeat till fade]