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My twinkies look stanky on the Benz and don't I gotta look sweet for my mans

I make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper

And even date a ball player from the Lakers

Now faker taker, mak her holler at you later

Shake and wake up, tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacobs

That's the way a real diva like to floss it, buy a car no matter what it cost's

Of course, it's my Rolls Royces made them nauseous

Tell you who the motherfucking boss is

I'ma drive and you walking, that's why you talking see the chrome spinning

See the chrome spinning on the wheels, stop jocking

I'ma let you know real nice and slow I'd be broke as a joke

If I had to be your ho, so poor

Missy on the rise like a sun, if you think that I'm done, Iain't even begun

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Move it all around, move it all around

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Move it all around, move it all around

Feel the bombastic in your back, kid

Fifteen's putting holes in your back, kid

Boom, b-boom, Boom, b-boom, Boom, b-boom, Boom, b-boom

Don't it sound so fantastic? My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini

Two twenty can't see me in a bottle like a genie teenie weenie

Now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties, now here's a freebie

I'ma let you see me on TV acceptin' my Emmy or the Grammy in Miami

I hit you with the one-two whammie

You know tooth granny with a hole in her panties

And I don't give a shit if you can stand me

'Cause I is what I is and what I am is like my mamy

And I don't mean to sound to petty but they used to call me fatty till I got with Puff Daddy

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Move it all around, move it all around

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Move it all around, move it all around

My rims keep turning and turning

Tires burning through Queens and Mount Vernon

And yes it's my concern that your chain platinum or is it really sterling?

I'm old school I rock the shearlin'

From New Jers' heard all the way to Berlin

And as for certain behind every curtain there's a snake bitch lurking

And she 'bout to catch a hurting

Mister Moles on the beats

And Missy be the beast behind the beats

My record sales don't jump and do leaps and while you sleep I'm on the grind

And while you sleep I'm on the grind as a creep (Should creep)

I got Puma's on my feet fresh gear everyday all week

You know I keep it hot from a peeps, never cheap, underground like the streets

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Move it all around, move it all around

Slide, slide, dip, shake

Move it all around, move it all around