feat. Mystikal
  
  (Da Brat)
  Niggas always watchin me (funky!)
  But I want em to keep on watchin me
  I'ma keep give em sumthin to see (smokin!)
  
  I always feel like
  Somebody's watchin me, watchin me
  Could it be the way I'm still tight?
  Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin me, jockin me
  The, whole world got too much money for me
  To not get no dough, dough, can't no hoe
  Rock harder than the one from So-So
  I never go broke broke
  I keep comin with the vocals that make most know
  Why the fuck I boast, boast and brag
  Why should I look sad that I got some loot now?
  In fact, I knew how
  watch when I back the Coupe out
  Can niggas just troop out
  The same way they do when I show you Brat
  With a little bit of boobs out
  And her big ass protrude out
  Get the news out
  Some of you bitches lose out
  When the sexiness ooze out
  Like orgasms, I'm the best at this
  Throwin tantrums when I move into makin shit
  If you thinkin of becomin one of my favorites
  You gotta pay a bitch
  Cause I be stayin rich
  I ain't quittin, quittin
  Wave a 4 45, spittin, spittin
  
  (chorus)
  Throw yo hands in the air like you dont care
  This fo niggas and bitches everywhere
  Forever you playas playas flash on em, get cash on em
  And make em say, say
  Hands in the air, from side to side
  Forever im high, high
  Together we ride, ride
  I'm never too tired
  To get that paper, baby
  
  (Da Brat)
  If y'all wanna see me, see me
  Im give y'all somethin to look look at
  Make a nigga neck turn turn for Brat
  Burn burn these hoes cuz I'm back and my pants still sag
  It's automatic, they wanna jump on my wagon, wagon
  I ain't lackin lackin on shit
  Open ya eyes when my body when I try on clothes that fit fit
  I'm articulate and particulate on who I let hit hit
  And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll
  Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow
  Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks
  See you when I shine, I glow, glow
  From the C-H-I-C-A-GO, 6-0-6-4-4
  And I trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me
  Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you
  Some of the ones run
  I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump
  Stay out the way when I come come
  It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh
  And put a hump in ya back
  If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's Brat Brat
  
  (chorus)
  
  (Mystikal)
  I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track
  You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that
  The bass dont thump, the snare don't clap,
  That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat
  Everytime I touch the mic, another record ya slap
  I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap
  Test it loud for the low kickin', slow and fast
  Niggas say, "I love that fuckin shit ya did wit Da Brat!"
  Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper
  Still smoke a nigga under the table
  Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases
  Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin
  Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth
  And ya head out ya ass
  And keep ya nose out my buisness
  And I mean it, goddammit, cuz I'm fiddinta get MAD!
  I put em in the trash bag
  Twist, tie, put em out Monday and Wednesday
  I kick em in they raggely ass
  Take money from em everytime I bet against 'em
  I know it ain't fair
  but I swim with alligators and I wrestle with bears
  Throw ya hands in the air
  As high as you can, and leave them bitches there