Wanna Be - Eve, Nacho, Missy Elliott

Been a couple years and the game done changed

She rollin down, fucked up, so mundane

Where the real G’s at?

Man fuck these lames

My money feel long so I can’t complain

My life is same, shit oh so cray

Oh so cray, so so cray, man I ball out every day

Parle-vous francais?

Oui oui

Givenchy, Dion E

Aye where them bags at?

My bitches showin up in a matte black

That mazzy, that jet, I have that

Got money like?

in your knapsack

If I want it I’ll buy it, I could have that

There it goes, be fatter than yo backpack

Hey hey, I don’t care what bitches say

None of ya’ll can fuck with me

I’m the bitch you wanna be

Wait, who?

I’m the bitch you wanna be

None of ya’ll can fuck with me

I’m the bitch you tryna be

I’ve been getting so dope, you try to cock at me

Only what misdemeanor means like me you can never be

I’m P-A-I-D, Monopoly I be that property

And I go to the car and knock out a few Ferraris

And I be yo boss boss that’s?

Beaters in my closet

Missy Bitch, Missy Elliott

Like a hearse she fit in chocolate

Lamborghini and Porsches

Parked in all my garages

Million dollar my mortgage in my head bitch

Cause I preach bitch

Pause, wait, hold up one second

Who the new Jag with the new swag?

I could do this all day

Need a little minute

Take a breath, inhale it, let it out

See the shit, well you don’t say

Step up in the room and everybody’s checking me

Y’all feeling my persona

Hey hey, I’m the bitch you wanna be

Rest of y’all is busting the door with it close to a maze

And everybody wanna know who that

Made a commitment to bring that fire

He be know that I got her back

Reliving it, ya’ll can’t keep in

Then fuck, go ahead and run up

And watch how we press

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat

Don’t make me take off under that