Excuse me, but who are you fixin' to be?
Let them mutha****as know there’s plenty fish in the sea
And he sweatin' me just ‘cause I got the tightest hole
But I couldn’t find that th-thing with a microscope
Give me dome, dome, da-da-da-da-da-dome, dome, dome
I ain’t trippin’ on your money, money, long, long, long
Want my own TV production company
So tell Harpo to hit me, Celie
Anyway, RiRi, what rhymes with your name freely?
Money got you vacationing in Chile
Do you wanna sit on the back while I wheelie?
Really? Really? No, for real, really?
Laid out on the beach, they be feeding me my catfishes
‘Cause it’s raining men, fat bitches