Checkin' for You
See it's two type of bitches in the world You got a broke bitch, you got a rich bitch That would explain what I am And what my girl, Missy is We the rich muthafuckin' bitches That's right And then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches That excludes my girl Missy, Mary You know what sayin'? But y'all know what the fuck I mean I'm the queen bitch, that's right muthafucka, what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A muthafucka' ain't takin' my title Or my girl Missy title Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right See only bitches like us Is allowed to play a game of chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn muthafuckin' right I don't want a nigga laying up under me That can't do for me What I can't do for my muthafuckin' self So when y'all see me in the street? This is what I want y'all to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now, say "She's a bitch!" I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was "Damn baby, bring it on" I talk shit but I come through like a storm I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm And all he could feel, was this love baby I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you I don't give a fuck About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you
Written by: KIMBERLY JONES, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY
Lyrics © MASS CONFUSION , TRINIGAL MUSIK, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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