F You - Da Brat

Uh  uh  uh 
I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck 
It's ain't my fault if he looking 
You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause 
Every time I come near 
All he do is stare 
And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some 
He know what's in the prize  it's Red Rum 
To any of these hoes that come 
Stand next to me and look like bums  they make pennies 
And all I do is stack the paper 
Just in case I run into some complications 
I'm set for life, never in debt 
And you frustrated when I get all the niggas' attention 
You fall off 
Guess you was born to make the coffee for us 
Writing bitches with a higher position 
Da Brat talk niggas listen 
Go get a nine to five 
Cause you can't keep up with the shit I cook up 
I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up 

Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me 
Like he really wanna drop ya bad 
Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad 
But I don't give a fuck, you 
Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine 
And ya really wanna stop me bad 
But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay 
And I don't give a fuck, you 

And I'mma make sure that my niggas lookin' 
Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition 
I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky 
And I love it when y'all wanna get at me 
And make me think my shit don't stink 
Evidently you ain't satisfied at home 
She ain't got no style of her own 
No body of her own 
Not roaming in the V12 
You turned on because I bought it myself 
What other bitch do you know like this? 
That's tight as a hot curl 
Known to rock worlds