Tiffany Foxx - Jay-Z lyrics
rate meBetter watch what you say to me
‘Cause being broke don't relate to me
Like a dick I'm in these bitches heads
Allow me to reintroduce myself
The name’s Foxx, only fuck with the top notch
Hotter than gasoline and a match box
Wrist, fuck around, call it top watch
Floating on cloud 9, wear the top watch
On the block, while you sell frames, neighborhood watch
Jumping double dutche in Giuseppe’s for the neighborhood watch
Hotter than Black Eyed Peas and corn bread in the Crock Pot
And I'm from the Louie, cut crack and soup in the same pot
Been the shit since hard bottoms and big wheels
Now it's red bottoms, and shotsy rims
Perseverant through the struggle, I know how that feels
That’s why I grind harder than wheel chairs on 6 wheels
I ain’t vibing these niggas, I need 6 pills
Now the chick Brooke Shields, turned down 6 deals
Hustle a castle, Donald trump 6 mill
I got a 6th sense so know how 6 feel
Better watch what you say to me
‘Cause being broke don't relate to me
Like a dick I'm in these bitches heads
Allow me to reintroduce myself
The names Queen Bee
Be on them Pirelli wheels
Rims like I'm riding on a Ferris wheel
At least six inches in them Giuseppe heels
B.K. bitch, shopping in Beverly Hills
In the Ferogamo store, noble and …
Chocolate diamonds in my dog chain
You bitches rocking flea collars
I gotta go, I'm meeting Marc Jacobs at the doctor
Marc Jacobs watch, Marc Jacobs yacht
I'm at the Barclays Center, front row
Man, I'm sitting so close a bitch looking like the coach
Please, ya'll all know Kimmy is the best
Why you think them nets run around with B's on they chest
Keys, mayor gave me that to the city, bitch please
Me and Foxx in the drop, like Thelma and Louise
Pussy wetter than a deep sea diver
From the streets to the bedroom, Kimmy is a rider
Better watch what you say to me
‘Cause being broke don't relate to me
Like a dick I'm in these bitches heads
Allow me to reintroduce myself
The names Foxx, only fuck with the top notch
The pitch hard from the mount like the white sox
These niggas bugging me, I need a fly swat
Easter clean, padded leather with the white socks
Still getting ‘em cutting ‘em birds, over to the white socks
Drugs, all I needs a spoon and the right pot
Thugs, all I need is goons and the right plot
Rather get this beat than get this beat when the mic stop
Fish scaled on the same porch as pig tails
Sea shore, sea shells, guess I did well
Vanquish, caramel, with the big wheels
First class, leer jet to the hotel
Rude top, beaut heavenly, giving the hoes hell
En-route I70 , they get a hotel
Even without bail, still I won't tell
And I creep these hoes, don't need a doorbell
Better watch what you say to me
‘Cause being broke don't relate to me
Like a dick I'm in these bitches heads
