[Pretty Boy]
  Yo, tell Foxy to hold all that down
  Aight, hold on
  
  [Foxy]
  Uhh, that's cool
  First bitch, what
  
  [Foxy Brown]
  There ya'll bitches go, straight yappin' again
  Oh the TV show fucked up, got you rappin' again
  Ya'll bitches is scared now, got you rhymin' from the heart now
  Been talkin' shit, what the fuck you wanna start now
  Mad cause he Pretty
  Seent ya fruity ass straight starin' at my titties
  Spendin' chips to get me, who me!
  Strickly dickly, fucks wit' no chicks
  Only the thuggest cats, with the, stiffest dicks
  Picture this, ya'll broke bitches wanna see me diss ya'll
  Just to get ya'll rich, never
  It's simple shit, this little navigator
  Litte high heeled gators, be gettin' you sick
  What the fuck is this
  Ain't ya'll bitches supposed to be CEO's, and actresses, whoa
  See this dough, this bomb ass face in this
  Pretty roll in this, heavy dough
  Don't ya'll chicks know, I inherit from the best
  My nigga Jay, so you feelin' the rest
  Bnnie and Clyde, bitch!
  You don't worry bout this, he like this
  The way the shit mines, just look at your wrist
  Why is she even trippin' off this hallf ass shit
  We rockin' stadiums, splittin' half that shit
  He like, huh, here go the keys, go flash that shit
  Matter fact, take this birck, and go stash that shit
  That's right, I'm bare foot
  On the stage with the look
  Now you clones, dick ridin' my throne
  I'ma let ya'll hoes know, for the first and last time
  I'm on that Brooklyn shit, and I'm takin' what's mine
  Yeah, now you made, ain't no royalties left?
  Hah, I'll show you royalty
  Dead on your royalty, uhh
  I'ma stay talkin' about gettin' proper
  Yeah, bitch, I said it
  I'ma dress dress royal
  Talk to me...