| Lyrics: | feat. Big Boi (OutKast), Nicole)
Uh, hit me
[Missy]
Don't explain, you
never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my
ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How
do you expect me
To ever believe you want be wit' me
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you
all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know
if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to
live)
[Missy]
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to
me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head,
with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the
best thing in history
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (Why, why,
why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy,
boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
[Missy
(Nicole)]
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a
fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took
you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)
[Missy (Nicole)]
Why you all in my grill (All in
my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let
me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me
know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to
live)
[Missy]
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me
clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money? Where's my
clothes?
If you want me, where's my dough?
Give me money, buy me clothes
No
need for talking, have my dough?
Where's my money? Where's my clothes?
[Big
Boi]
Aight, uh
Why you all in my grill?
I'm thinkin' it's time to chill
Yeah,
but you on a drill, though
I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville
Cuz you be
tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a
stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It
ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's
And your Frederick's
You wanted the
Waldorf Astoria
But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you
To give you to the
"G", and never claim you
Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'
Oh yeah, we puffin' on
one of them thangs too
You blamin' who? You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that
lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm
backed by the Dungeon Family
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
Cuz I will jab
thee, and slam thee
And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G
Yeah, yeah |
