R.Kelly: Dollar Bill

Na-na so sick, make your toes twitchGet up in yo' ass and ride that shitOh yeah, dare you act shady with the first lady?Let's go half on this babyInner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a Swiss ho'Room 704, fuck they mad at me fo'?Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?Nuthin'. Hey, do a somersaultAll that platinum shit you bought?Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain't my faultKeep the wrist rocky, attitude cockyNext time you see me, address me like, "Miss Foxy"It's for the wrist? Cop it. If it's a six? Drop it.Thongs with topless, how you like that Robbie?Ain't nothing sweet, you know my styleDoggy style from the back, in the backHit it like thatChorus:Dollar bill nothin' but stacks get you anythingAnywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar billDollar bill say what you want baby while you be stalling at the lightsWe be dipping in MercedesDollar bill we get us from here to Rio in two hours first classStill time to take a showerDollar bill where ever we be it's VIP status, no doubtNow what y'all cats know about thatSay lady, I'm liking what I see come on and talk to me baby, baby, babyCan't you see one night is all I needWe'll go somewhere and be talkin' about your future plans with meI would do anything to have you in my life, that's rightWe can take a flight out of here, go anywhereI got proof rims on the V-12 make you raise the roof, no gold in the toothPut some in the vault CD's overseas private loftsI'm you haters holocaustAin't my fault I rap, then still made a mill' but it's my faultI got my own label dealVacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana'sOn the way to pick up Madona, the ill na-naFoxy BrownNow you know the na-na plays with the big boysEverything from the Six Coupe to the big Royce can you handle thatA lotta sass and assWith that and I'm strictly for the dough so fuck you think I'm here fo'Princesses in a row, row platinum status ice lace to pink faceThen I back the faggotsSee me rocking anything from Mongolians to Persians you still learningI got 'em swervin', through a sermonAnd there's nothin' you can tell me 'bout these catsThat I done either ran through or plan to in fact must I continue thisMight be a couple of cats that I missed we could skip the French kissTake it straight to the wrist and it gets no iller than thisNa-na engraved on canary iceSee me wear it twice did y'all niggas hear me rightMe and Kelly put the lock downFrom New York to Chitown from his town to my town, for the dollar billChorusNow tell me who that said that we couldn't rockI roll the dice, bet the dots say we won't stopI roll from Chitown to Cali hit your blockI bless the day that R&B music meet hip hopYou haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hotEven when I'm in your face, y'all see me notSportin' nothing but the rocks, navigators on the blockMerridian CD's with five TV's, college honeys follow in your GS3On the way to IHOP, coming from the spotNiggas in the lot jammin' to the knockY'all mad cuz you can't get what we gotWho's the number one contender, January through December?Cut your forest down while you niggas screamin' TimothySophia know me from the beach house in MiamiBanks know me, so I could give a damn about the GrammiesDollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all (3x)The dollar bill, Track Masters, Rockland