Mariah C.
Fools gon' keep it real, imma never change. (Nah)
Now, I got these diamonds on my middle finger ring. (On my ring)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing. (Wanna sing)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing
B.B Simon on my belt and I got True Religion Jeans. (On my jeans)
Said it's up, I said it's nun, 'cus I got better things to think
Got the baddest hoe, I told 'em I'm a pimp, I need some mink
Put the drugs right on the shelf
I told myself don't need a shrink. (Shrink)
'Cus they on bullshit
Got her way too high and now she's saying that she's clueless
Too much on my plate, I went and took that bitch to Ruth Chris
Fools you make these beats then go kill 'em
How you do this? (What, what, what?)
Only god knows what I did inside these Bapestas
I don't really need you, see you later
Imma get these racks, oh yeah, this paper
Imma make this music every day, like fuck these haters
Fools gon' keep it real, imma never change. (Nah)
Now, I got these diamonds on my middle finger ring. (On my ring)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing. (Wanna sing)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing
BB Simon on my belt and I got True Religion Jeans. (On my jeans)
Said it's up, I said it's nun, 'cus I got better things to think
Got the baddest hoe, I told 'em I'm a pimp, I need some mink
Put the drugs right on the shelf
I told myself don't need a shrink
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look it's-, take look it's-
Take a look it's, in a book
Now, I got these diamonds on my middle finger ring. (On my ring)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing. (Wanna sing)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing
B.B Simon on my belt and I got True Religion Jeans. (On my jeans)
Said it's up, I said it's nun, 'cus I got better things to think
Got the baddest hoe, I told 'em I'm a pimp, I need some mink
Put the drugs right on the shelf
I told myself don't need a shrink. (Shrink)
'Cus they on bullshit
Got her way too high and now she's saying that she's clueless
Too much on my plate, I went and took that bitch to Ruth Chris
Fools you make these beats then go kill 'em
How you do this? (What, what, what?)
Only god knows what I did inside these Bapestas
I don't really need you, see you later
Imma get these racks, oh yeah, this paper
Imma make this music every day, like fuck these haters
Fools gon' keep it real, imma never change. (Nah)
Now, I got these diamonds on my middle finger ring. (On my ring)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing. (Wanna sing)
Mariah Carey, I make that bitch wanna sing
BB Simon on my belt and I got True Religion Jeans. (On my jeans)
Said it's up, I said it's nun, 'cus I got better things to think
Got the baddest hoe, I told 'em I'm a pimp, I need some mink
Put the drugs right on the shelf
I told myself don't need a shrink
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look, it's in a book
Take a look it's-, take look it's-
Take a look it's, in a book
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