Old school hip hop, a beat and a rhyme
So I got my spiral notebook, drink and a pen
Here come da butta, baby
Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefing at the whiz, what?
Here come da butta, baby
You ain't got a Roley, take this one here, you owe me
Here come da butta, baby
Bringing it smooth and hot
Here come da butta, baby
Flame by hip hop burns eternal
Here come da butta baby, bringing it smooth and hot
Bringing it smooth and hot
Uh huh, pull up in an Azure and watch them keep walking
Lil' Kim y'all what?
In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the '80s
I bring it smooth and hot
Messing with me boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisy
Level of success based on my level of risk
Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback
Yeah mic check
I bring it smooth and hot
Rappers hoping that it'd rain, trying to stop the game
Yes Lord
Here come da butta, baby
Kim, haters be making me wanna flip and react
Alright now let's go yo
What'cha flexing for? Don't be testing me boy
If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends
When will y'all learn? Y'all just interns
Here come da butta, baby
It's the fun king, I've been doing one thing
Never spend my last like a crack head for the blast
Trust me when I cop I make sure mine's cut glass
Married but I flirt a little, psyching the ladies
Here come da butta, baby
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
All aboard on my train to fame
All in together now, wrists looking better now
I'd most likely have a lot less friends
I bring it smooth and hot
Big Will swinging the best sword
And it's out of here, crack, over the fence ladies and gents
What? What? What? What?
What? I can't have rocks the size of a baseball
Lil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack
Yo, I bring it smooth and hot
No, no, no, chill Will and let me do that, alright
What? What? What? What?
All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my back
I have your girl saying, “Will, why you do that to my baby?”
I bring it smooth and hot
So I can have real phone sex, know what I mean?
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
But rain can't stop me, I got a coat in the crib
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Yeah, I'm short and sexy, my love's divine
I bring it smooth and hot
Here come da butta, baby
Running things for years, give me one swing
What they looking stupid in the face for?
You know what I learned, let them keep talking
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
You know the queen like to be where the money at
What? What? What? What?
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events
Bringing it smooth and hot
You've been yelling for the lyricist then reveling this
And then abracadabra y'all, done it again
Got the staff from K B, singing this groove a lot
Some chapters, some verses, you seek and you find
Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
I rock telephones with the TV screens
Burrrr, when she step up in the scene
When I step up in the spot, body looking hot
Screw greyhound bound, I'm getting cheddar now
Ice gleam, y'all scream, "Bow to the Queen"
Ring on her finger mad phat
Here come da butta, baby
Y'all can kiss my ahh, acting like you know me
