Rasheeda: Off da chain

-Jazzy Phae- Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chain Better believe it shawty I'm at the bar callin' yo name Squeekin', big ballin', flossin' (Rasheeda) See me in the club nigga - iced out Or meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball out Ohh you's a big money nigga - who goes all out Well let's do this damn thang till we - fall out -Rasheeda- Niggaz say I'm too hype and hoes hate cause they flaw This number one rap bitch spittin' nothin' but the raw You menstruatin', frustrated, keep yo most anticipated Flossed out in the club while most of y'all fakin' Ain't no mistakin' how we do it so you gotta show me love Pop the bottle, crack the blunt and now we smokin' on a dub Sassy bitch, classy bitch might be on some pimp shit Where my money nigga, no time for games you got's to dip Cause I'm a regulator, original game playa Fuck a hoe, I'm Mrs. Captain Save A Nigga Day-a Nigga playa, own stash off the rip Make my gun "Blocka-blocka" if a nigga trip Cause I'm the regular, you ain't no competitor So back up wack trick, you better duck Rasheeda world and I take it how I give it This unstoppable bitch don't talk it, she live it -Jazzy Phae- This ice tray wrapped around my wrist - Look at me!! Gettin' hi as hell, drunk as a bitch - Look at me!! Man I'm feelin' like a million bucks - Look at me!! Niggaz hatin' but I don't give a fuck - Please believe it I push a Jag 2-G sittin' on some O's (Sittin' on some O's) Bitches be up on my dick like brand new clothes (Like brand new clothes) I wanna be seen with you up in the Pocono's (No) You'll be in the jeep takin' off yo clothes (Uh-huh) Bitch (Bi-atch!!) make a nigga rich or somethin' (Rich or somethin') I don't give a fuck you ain't in my clique or nothin' (clique or nothin) I don't like to cake hoes, I break hoes It's all about the peso's and I make those You don't know about the hoes I toss You don't know about the thangs I floss Welcome to the land where .44's explode on broke hoes??? I keep every bitch in broke mode -Rasheeda- Got niggaz in my grill like - Whoa!! Cause I rock a show the club outta Control!! Boy you want the digits, I told him hell No!! Cause you got the 4, I got the S-50-50!! Quit the flow, don't even ask, then go on with it Nasty attitude so you know you can't hit it Just forget it, I got my mind on my shine Labeled most hated bitch in 1999 Now it's 2-G, got hoes scared to drop they shit I'll put my foot off in yo ass and I'll stomp that shit Lock that shit Hit the spot and rock that shit I'm on a mission and you wishin' you could stop my shit My momma told me "Whatever you do, stack the dough" Don't ever fall behind no playa hatin' hoe And that's for sho', you got's to be the trillest of the trill Realest of the real, my nigga what the deal huh?