Lil' Kim y'all what?

Ring on her finger mad phat
Here come da butta, baby

All the music just stop

It's the fun king, I've been doing one thing

Here come da butta, baby
Hate, but on the real, Big Will is seven mill

I'd most likely have a lot less friends
Yo, I bring it smooth and hot
Yeah mic check
I rock telephones with the TV screens

I bring it smooth and hot
When I step up in the spot, body looking hot
Level of success based on my level of risk
So I got my spiral notebook, drink and a pen
Here come da butta, baby
All aboard on my train to fame

Huh, I gotta eat can't get with broke cats
Hey look y'all yellow bricks quit beefing at the whiz, what?

Big Will swinging the best sword

Uh huh, pull up in an Azure and watch them keep walking
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current events
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
I bring it smooth and hot
You know what I learned, let them keep talking
Here come da butta, baby
When will y'all learn? Y'all just interns
I bring it smooth and hot
What? What? What? What?
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel
Messing with me boy, you're stepping on the root of a daisy
Flame by hip hop burns eternal
You know the queen like to be where the money at
Rappers hoping that it'd rain, trying to stop the game

Bringing it smooth and hot
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
Burrrr, when she step up in the scene

What? I can't have rocks the size of a baseball
Lil' Kim bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack
So I can have real phone sex, know what I mean?
Yeah, I'm short and sexy, my love's divine
You've been yelling for the lyricist then reveling this
Bringing it smooth and hot

I have your girl saying, “Will, why you do that to my baby?”
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
What'cha flexing for? Don't be testing me boy
Here come da butta, baby
Alright now let's go yo
In the videos I be bringing it like Mike in the '80s
I'm the mother, y'all like adopted in this
Married but I flirt a little, psyching the ladies
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
What? What? What? What?

And it's out of here, crack, over the fence ladies and gents

You ain't got a Roley, take this one here, you owe me
Kim, haters be making me wanna flip and react
What? What? What? What?
Here come da butta, baby

Old school hip hop, a beat and a rhyme
I bring it smooth and hot
Here come da butta, baby
All you rappers wanna snap, Jazzy Jeff got my back
Got the staff from K B, singing this groove a lot
Never spend my last like a crack head for the blast

And then abracadabra y'all, done it again
Y'all can kiss my ahh, acting like you know me
Leonardo DiCaprio saw it and caught a flashback
What they looking stupid in the face for?
Yes Lord
Bringing it smooth and hot
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic

Running things for years, give me one swing
Here come da butta, baby

I bring it smooth and hot
Here come da butta, baby
Trust me when I cop I make sure mine's cut glass
Screw greyhound bound, I'm getting cheddar now
Ice gleam, y'all scream, "Bow to the Queen"
Here come da butta baby, bringing it smooth and hot
All in together now, wrists looking better now
But rain can't stop me, I got a coat in the crib
If I wasn't on top I'd have a lot less ends
No, no, no, chill Will and let me do that, alright
Some chapters, some verses, you seek and you find