Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - 'Bout My Paper lyrics

If it ain't about my paper (paper)

The bitch don't call me

(Bitch don't call me)

Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Who could talk about that money better than me?

Who could stay so hood femininely?

Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's?

Who's just as controversial as Eminem be?

F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side

Who the fuck really want come test I

Don't start no shit tonight

You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight

But we 'bout our dough - you know how that go

You know Brown come through with the hot ass flow

And go straight at them, quickly go platinum

Still cocky, wrist still rocky

Real chunky niggas still want me

Still touring and shopping in every country

Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city

If it ain't about my paper (paper)

The bitch don't call me

(Bitch don't call me)

Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT

If you ain't 'bout that sucking, fucking, smoking or drinking

The hooker GET OUT

I ain't come here for no foolishness

I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris

Let me through here, let me bust something

Let me do this shit

The original booth, ain't no fucking duplicate

Passportin' when a pen on the pad

You gotta fuck me right now bitch, I'm the man

Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em

Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no motherfucking weed aroma

Yeah I'm Grammy nominated

When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated

Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU

I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you

That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down

From fucking with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown

If it ain't about my paper (paper)

The bitch don't call me

(Bitch don't call me)

Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

Foxy thing, watch yourself

Show me what you're working with

Foxy thing

Without that cash, what the fuck I'm gaining

Stop your complaining

When rappers fade, Fox is remaining

If you shoot just watch where you're aiming

This is real, it's not entertainment

The same way I ball I could quickly fall

But nah, I'm still here, till I retire

With them chrome things filling my tires

To my niggas in the slammer, with y'all stiff hammer

Ain't nothing change, titties still bananas

Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad

No bra, nipples still hard

Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere

How the fuck that little bitch do that there?

If it ain't about my paper (paper)

The bitch don't call me

(Bitch don't call me)

Cause I'm about my motherfucking business (my business)

So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)

If you ain't got no motherfucking confrontation

Then keep on walking

(Watch out there now)

Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here

Put your hands up, let's get this motherfucker started

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