Accurate Math

Go bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix Have my money accurate I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous I like hard and stiff can you handle it? Sole' burn tracks like candle wit Independent woman so you don't have to trip Baby we can go dutch half pay for it [Kandi Burruss] 1 - We can do anything that you want to do Go any place that you want to go I ain't no money hungry hoe Sole' don't need ya dough no no [Sole'] Yo we number one for months You tryin to catch up like hunch Yo we up front and personal I heard ya label jerkin you Feel like hurtin who Lord have mercy on you Only female out the crew 5'6" and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two With twenties on it, get up on it You want it but they ain't no how Bitch brigade, I'm fittin' Cal Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks I take my hails off, you takin dirt naps, I heard that Make you work pass ATL home of the lats Bringing real Hip Hop back now who can top that Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Sole'] You don't really want to face me I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's You don't want to make me put my hands up Get yo man what? You know we buck misery, pull the truck up He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo And you shit out of luck Open up and meet these nuts Now you lumped up for what Talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist I'm rollin dice make 'em clap to this Repeat 1 (4x) Make 'em clap to this Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this (repeat till fade)