Call Me Mother

Guess who's back in the house Heels click-clackin' about Fine, fresh, feminine, style to 11 I'm divine, so heavenly Gentlemen sweatin' It's dimes across the board with no doubt Body like wow! Pussy 'bout to end this drought Titties so plentiful, fish queen Jezebel Should be criminal Don't make sense for a bitch to be this endowed North to the south What is that sound? Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground Wait for the four, drop to the floor Add up the tens to get the score I been that bitch, yes I love that drama (I love that drama) Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clintons to the Obamas I keep it tight, now they call me Mother Jaded queen bitch, I love that drama Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clintons to the Obamas I keeps it tight, now they call (call, call, call, call, call) Me (me, me) Mother (mother, mother) Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na, not-now Giggity-giggity hat Barack get back Bap butta ba ba pow I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny A honeybun but I Count my money, I count my money With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack I'm black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na, not-now Giggity-giggity hat Barack get back Bap butta ba ba pow I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny A honeybun but I Count my money, I count my money With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack I'm black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Jaded queen Shade machine Gangsta lean Best believe I'm that Glamazon They know my name because I'm on another echelon Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-a-tron And I ain't lookin' up to anyone, the gams are long And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on I'm only gettin' out of bed for 20 Million Now get your camera phone 'Cause in a minute I'm about to be on (here come that girl) Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up (Give me twirl) give them twirl, that's the bread and butter (Clutch them pearls) clutch your pearls, she's the big shot caller (cross me squirrel) Get-get run over, over None of these bitches is cunty like Ru Cluckity chickens, I'm pluckin' they plumes Runnin' my business, Boss comin' through When I step in you know well what it do Uh, y'all know well what it do None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru Runnin' my businesses, don't need a witness Yes, when I step in, they know well what it do When I step in, they know well what it do Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers She been done had herses Jaded queen Shade machine Gangsta lean Best believe (mother) Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na, not-now Giggity-giggity hat Barack get back Bap butta ba ba pow I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny A honeybun but I Count my money, I count my money With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack I'm back with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na, not-now Giggity-giggity hat Barack get back Bap butta ba ba pow I'm a cunny hunny, a cunny hunny A honeybun but I Count my money, I count my money With a brap-brap, knick to da knick da knick-knack I'm black with the freaky money Click-clack, ow