I'm the type of girl that look you dead in the eye, eye I'm real as it comes If you don't know why I'm fly I seen you to try switch it up but girl, you ain't that dope I'm the Wonder Woman Let me go get my rope I'm a supermodel and mommy — sí, mami Amnesty International, got Bangkok to Montauk on lock Love my ass and my abs in the video for "Promiscuous" My style is ri-dic-dic-diculous-ulous-ulous Uh, give it to me… When Timbo' is in the party Everybody put up they hands I get a half a mil' for my beats You get a couple grand Never gon' see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from Californ-I-A way down to Japan I'm a real producer And you just a piano man Your songs don't top the charts I heard 'em, I'm not a fan Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them they chance Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like I can Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me… Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling? I don't think you came in clear When you're sittin' on the top It's hard to hear you from way up here Now I saw u tryna act cute on TV "Just let me clear the air…“ We missed you on the charts last week — damn, that's right You wasn't there Now, if s-sexy never left Then why is everybody on my shit Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it So if you see us in the club Go on and walk the other way Cause our run will never be over — not, at least, until we say Uh, give it to me…