Top Songs By Ms Banks
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ms Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niomi Arleen McLean-Daley
Songwriter
Michael R. Harper
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taylor Pollock
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The things that you promote
Fightin', violence
Like you don't want to grow
You're talkin' so much sex
But you don't tell the youth 'bout AIDS
And you don't tell them 'bout consequence, no
You're talkin' like you're a G
But you are killer killin' your own
You're just a racist man's pussy
Tell me who wants to know
What? When? Who? Where? And how you do your hoes
[Verse 2]
Certainly not me, certainly not me
'Cause, baby, personally
I like to be challenged mentally
I've heard it all before
Gangstas, pimps, and whores
Quality is poor
A girl like me needs more
It takes more to amuse a girl like me
So much more to confuse a girl like me
They've got you
While you're braggin' 'bout your badness, you're just
Avoidin', addin' to the real shit that's happenin' to us
[Verse 3]
Who gives a damn
About the ice on your hands?
If it's not too complex
Tell me how many African's died
For the baguettes on your Rolex?
So what you're pushin' a nice car?
Don't you know there's no such thing as superstars
We leave this world alone
So who gives a shit about the things you own?
[Verse 4]
Certainly not me, certainly not me
'Cause, baby, personally
I like to be challenged mentally
Context is significant
And it don't help to pay my rent
It's pure negativity
That you impose on me
It takes more to amuse a girl like me
So much more to confuse a girl like me
They've got you
While you're braggin' 'bout your badness, you're just
Avoidin', addin' to the real shit that's happenin' to us
[Verse 5]
Now I can sit and chat, spit about how I sex
My business is my business, I got self respect
Can talk 'bout how my press could pimp man's dough
Get the keys to his ride and his home
But I looked it up and that would make me a ho'
Little sisters, now I really gotta let you know
Real woman ain't sexin' for no man's dough
Real woman work hard to make their own
And we can all chat 'bout gats and blacks on blacks
And force the hypes and all the stereotypes
We're used to watchin', that's not what I'm here for
Show 'em to think higher and aspire to be more
[Verse 6]
It takes more to amuse a girl like me
So much more to confuse a girl like me
They've got you
While you're braggin' 'bout your badness, you're just
Avoidin', addin' to the real shit that's happenin' to us
[Verse 7]
It takes more to amuse a girl like me
So much more to confuse a girl like me
They've got you
While you're braggin' 'bout your badness, you're just
Avoidin', addin' to the real shit that's happenin' to us
Written by: Michael R. Harper, Niomi Arleen McLean-Daley