Verse One:



Bitches

I never wanna hang with bitches

Since I turn Missy

Every bitch I meet be booty lickin

My ass they kissin

But I feel like they way to picky

I use to know a guy name Ricky

Oh really?

Don't piss me off and

Son, better let ya'll know you lucky

Cause if I come out buckin

The whole world better be duckin

Cause I roll with Puffy

No Doubt

Shit turned out get lucky

No matter what you still love me

You whack, you buggin



Chorus:



Pass da blunts on the left hand side

Pass da blunts on the left hand side

We got the beats

You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump

We got the beats

You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum

Pass da blunts on the left hand side

Pass da blunts on the left hand side

I got the rhymes

I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump

I got the rhymes

I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum



Verse Two:



Niggas

I always keep a good nigga

I get him for his figures

I A-K-A gold digga

See me with him

In a jewelry store

Buyin glitta

Should I not or should I?

I'm a get em, I'm a get em

Bitches

They mad cause I be flossin

Yeah this pussy costin

Tired and we tossin

You know I'm rockin

Cause there will be no stoppin

All that shit you poppin

What that shit you talkin



Chorus



Timbabland talking:



Welcome y'all

To Timbaland and Missy hit factory

A lot of people try and sneak in

And get the ingredients

But I am da man behind the ingredients

So please come to me with the recipe baby



Verse Three:



You see me on the videos

And then you want to go and play me on the stereo

Mic check 1-2-1-2

Here I go

My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

You see me on the videos

And then you want to go and play me on the stereo

Mic check 1-2-1-2

Here I go

My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so