[Intro: Missy]
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
[Verse 1: Missy]
My twinkies look stinky on the Benz
And don`t I gotta look sweet for my mens
And make em think I got a whole bunch of paper
And even date a ball player from the Lakers
Now fake a take and make em holler at cha later
Shake em Wake em and tell em what to get my ass from Jacob`s
That`s the way a real diva like to floss it
Buy a car no matter what is costs
Of course it`s my Rolle Royce`s making noises
Tell you who the motherfucking boss is
I`m driving, you walking that`s why you talking
See the chrome spinning on the wheels stop jocking
I`mma let you know real nice and slow
I`ll be broke as a joke if I had to be a Hoe
So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun
If you think that I`am done, I ain`t even begun
[Chorus]
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
[Verse 2: Missy]
Feel the bombastic in ya back head
15s putting holes in ya back head
Bbboomp bbboomp bbboomb bbboomb
Don`t it sound so fantastic
My Lamborghini disappears like Houdini
Two Twenty can`t see me in the bottle like a Genie
Tinny, Whinny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties
Now here`s a free-be, I`mma let you see me on T.V
Accepting my Emmy on a Grammy in Miami
I hit you with the one, two wami
You no tooth granny, with a hole in her panties
And I don`t give a shit if you can`t stand me
Cause I is what I is, and what Iam is like my Mame
And I don`t mean to sound to petty
But they use to call me Fetty until I got with Puff Daddy
[Chorus]
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
[Verse 3:Missy]
My rims keep turnin and turnin
Tires burnin through Queens and Mount Vernon
And yes its my concern that:
Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling
I`m old school I`ll rock a Sherlin
From New Jers heard all the way to Berlin
And that`s for certain,
Behind every curtain is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin
Mr. Moes on the beats, and Missy be the beats behind the beats
My record sales don`t jump or do leaps
And while you sleep I`m on the ground as I creep (you should creep)
I got Pumas on my feet, Fresh gear everyday, every week
You know I keep it hot for my peeps
Never cheap underground like the streets
[Chorus]
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake
Move it all around, Move it all around
