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Description
With Vocals: Missy Elliott
With Vocals: Kaliii
A& R Direction: Adam Grossman
A And R Administrator: Allison Joyce
Vocals: Flyana Boss
Mixer: Guy Gabriel
Producer: Marky Style
Producer: Puda Beats
Masterer: Roy Boukris
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Get in my belly! Kelly. -Hello, Christ.
-Hello. -My jeans don't fit again.
-Yeah, yeah.
-They got me jumpin' up and down when I'm -tryin' to get in them. -Goddamn.
-They know what's up. -They know.
-I'm on my shit again. -Bitch.
They was soundin' like one-hit wonder, mm, but they on my tip again.
Ass.
-I- I- I need more haters. -Need more.
How these niggas havin' all this motion but ain't got no paper?
-Got no paper.
-Yeah, who the bad bitch in the club with -the ice? -Me.
I got a lil' yeah, he a thug for the night.
-Yeah.
-He know I'm not shit, but I'm still his type.
Uh, yeah, I'm paid, paid. Lock of the week, it's Lei Lei.
No handouts, I'm self-made. Tryna make me mad, better downgrade.
Huh, yeah, she cool, ain't poppin' enough. She ain't a ten, she ain't rockin' with us.
She ain't like that, why -the ass so tough, huh? Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-Me. -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be -that bitch. Hello, wait. -Wait, what?
What we runnin' from?
Hatin' hoes with Twitter fingers, are you dumb or somethin'? Black girls up one, we ain't phasin' none.
Your opinions don't mean shit, we be flushin' 'em.
I- I- I be triple-A, all these broke hoes that I'm towin' on. You can call me Marvin Gaye 'cause you know what's goin' on.
I keep my bag with me like I'm Badu and it's On & On.
Tight-lipped bitch, never snitch, -pussy code of honor. Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-What? -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be -that bitch. I'm like never, ever. -Ever.
-Ever, ever, ever, ever. -Let's go.
Ever be that bitch, you think I'm wack, ho, shut up. You know I'm in the Rock &
Roll Hall of Fame, ooh, pressure.
I got many hits, it'll take you ten years to catch up.
Hit the box, still rock on any block.
When you see my car parked, all eyes on me like Tupac. On the charts, I just hopscotch, I got many bops.
Who wanna do verses with me? Thought not. Give the camera, I'm sexy glamour.
Super thick, love handles. Bust it up like antennas. So juicy like a Tropicana.
Switch flows, change the channel. This'll smash like a hammer. I'm comin' out like Diane.
Now who the boss bitch? Fly Anna.
-Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-Me. -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that— You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch.
You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. Get in my belly!
English translation
-Get in my belly! Kelly. -Hello, Christ.
-Hello. -My jeans don't fit again.
-Yeah, yeah.
-They got me jumpin' up and down when I'm -tryin' to get in them. -Goddamn.
-They know what's up. -They know.
-I'm on my shit again. -Bitch.
They was soundin' like one-hit wonder, mm, but they on my tip again.
Ass.
-I- I- I need more haters. -Need more.
How these niggas havin' all this motion but ain't got no paper?
-Got no paper.
-Yeah, who the bad bitch in the club with -the ice? -Me.
I got a lil' yeah, he a thug for the night.
-Yeah.
-He know I'm not shit, but I'm still his type.
Uh, yeah, I'm paid, paid. Lock of the week, it's Lei Lei.
No handouts, I'm self-made. Tryna make me mad, better downgrade.
Huh, yeah, she cool, ain't poppin' enough. She ain't a ten, she ain't rockin' with us.
She ain't like that, why -the ass so tough, huh? Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-Me. -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be -that bitch. Hello, wait. -Wait, what?
What we runnin' from?
Hatin' hoes with Twitter fingers, are you dumb or somethin'? Black girls up one, we ain't phasin' none.
Your opinions don't mean shit, we be flushin' 'em.
I- I- I be triple-A, all these broke hoes that I'm towin' on. You can call me Marvin Gaye 'cause you know what's goin' on.
I keep my bag with me like I'm Badu and it's On & On.
Tight-lipped bitch, never snitch, -pussy code of honor. Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-What? -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be -that bitch. I'm like never, ever. -Ever.
-Ever, ever, ever, ever. -Let's go.
Ever be that bitch, you think I'm wack, ho, shut up. You know I'm in the Rock &
Roll Hall of Fame, ooh, pressure.
I got many hits, it'll take you ten years to catch up.
Hit the box, still rock on any block.
When you see my car parked, all eyes on me like Tupac. On the charts, I just hopscotch, I got many bops.
Who wanna do verses with me? Thought not. Give the camera, I'm sexy glamour.
Super thick, love handles. Bust it up like antennas. So juicy like a Tropicana.
Switch flows, change the channel. This'll smash like a hammer. I'm comin' out like Diane.
Now who the boss bitch? Fly Anna.
-Get like me. -Me.
-Nah, you wish. -Uh-uh.
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch. Get like me.
-Me. -Nah, you wish.
-Wish.
-You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that— You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch.
You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. Get in my belly!