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