[Verse 1]

Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop

Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop

Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section

Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit

Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell

Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails

Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa

Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza

Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer

Scrooge, still look good without ruge

My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit

Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent

Money, money, money, how we blaze

Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace

Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude

Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube



HOOK:

In the showdown, how it go down

Get the flow down, watch it go down

How it go down, in the showdown

Gettin closed down, watch em go down

In the showdown, how it go down

Put your dough down, watch it go down



[Verse 2]

I'm representin bitches 'round the way

We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay

I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs

With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins

I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end

House on the hill with my publishin deal

Shows pay the bills, make it all connect

And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check

Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex

After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex

Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death

And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X

Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now

Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown

Tell me now cuz that's how I ball

'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul

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