On the dance floor, don't hurt nobody body
She back at it, why wouldn't she be? Come on, yeah
Pop the cork and roll up the hash
I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover
Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up
Two thousand and fuckin' three, why not? We makin' it hot
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
Chicks by the layers and all different flavors
Come to know the spot, come on, aiyyo
Money ain't a thing, throw it out like rice
Enter the world of the Playboy, pin up girl
All my playas in the hood, stay fly
And I'm sittin' on chrome, seven times platinum
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
This is for my peeps
Buttnaked, dressed in nothin' but pearls
Been around the world, cop the same thing twice
And if your ballin', let me hear you say right
Mafioso, that's how this thing go
It's the jump off, come on
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace, aiyyo
Shake up the dice, throw down your ice
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Special delivery for you and yours
This is for my peeps
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Spread love, that's what a real mob do
You wanna meet me 'cause ya know I'm freaky
This is for my peeps
And back up before the hive, let the pump off
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades, twenty three inch rims
All my playas in the hood, stay fly
How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth
Shake your body, body, move your body, body
We the best still there's room for improvement
Seven quarter to eights, back to back with 'em
Escalades, twenty three inch rims
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
Goons in the club in case somethin' jumps off
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
East coast, West coast, worldwide
I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat
If you rep for your hood then make some noise
Keep it gangsta, look out for her, people
Gimme some, step on the gas
East coast, West coast, worldwide
Right, right, right, right, Queen Bee, LB
And if your ballin', let me hear you say right
And ya wanna eat me 'cause ya say I'm sexy
All my playas in the hood, stay fly
Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass
Yeah and worldwide and stay fly nigga, yeah, man
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Believe me, sweety, I got enough to feed the needy
Bet it all playa, fuck the price
Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat?
I rep for bitches, he rep for boys
And live good
Uh, let me show you what I'm all about
We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here
I'm tryin' to leave in somebody's Ferrari
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland, niggas, shit, ya drawers
All we wanna do is party
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash
And live good
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi
Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti
Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends that's pretty
Or out come the beast
And live good
Now everybody come get with the lingo
And if your ballin', let me hear you say right
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, it's Queen Bee, nigga
Escalades, twenty three inch rims
I been gone for a minute, now I'm back at the jump off
