It`s like it`s like it`s like it`s like it`s like...
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Everybody wants to be a big shot
Everybody wants to make a quick buck
Everybody wants to be on the top
Everybody wants to be...
(repeat)
Just like me just like me
The S to the A to the L to the fa sol la T`s makin` dough
(Nuts?) No but as in big bucks
So (huh?) so (who?) so what the hell
It doesn`t matter who goes `n buy my records long as they sell
And I can tell that you don`t like me very well
Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin` my pockets swell
And makin` me a little rich now (yeah, baby)
You ain`t seen nothing if you think that I`m a bitch now
Check it out, check it out
Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn`t tryin` to be a hooker sellin` pootang
Up and down the block just ain`t my thang
I seen a lot of women fall and gettin` fast money
Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey
I needed more to explore so I tried rap
Now in 1993, I`m livin` mack stack
Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby
And now I`m drivin` niggas crazy
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Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays
Poppin` that coochie or sellin` fake Guccis
Whatever`s in style and costs some big ?
Just to get one, niggas get a real five
It`s all about the great paper chase
A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface
So read me all the rules so I can have my money right
Cuz I`m a new lady boss keepin` game tight
So, you think you`re all that, feelin` kinda phat
But can you see where the wrong is?
I, I don`t know much about ya
But there`s no doubt you`re out to get yours anyway you can
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[You know what? I can`t stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches
They think they`re all that cuz they`re popular in Europe
Yeah, probably sell-out hookers
Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them
Please, I don`t wanna be like them bitches
I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches
and stuff
Oh, and Spinderella
Nah, nah, nah, she`s cool, it`s them other bitches I can`t stand
(So I`m a bitch now?)
Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa!
(Sometimes I be buggin` because I`m rich now)
Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son?
(Well, I don`t need nothin` cuz you know that I`m a bitch, y`all)
Yo, y`all`s hair is real fly, where`d ya all get your hair done at?
(You say, oh, ain`t she somethin` because I`m rich now
And I`ll bet you wanna be like me)
Still can`t stand them bitches
(Because I`m rich, y`all, and I`m a bitch, y`all
A rich bitch, y`all, and I know)]
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