Missy 'misdemeanor' Elliott - Checkin' For You lyrics

See it's two type of b**hes in the world You got a broke b**h, you got a rich b**h That would explain what I am And what my girl, Missy is We the rich muthaf**in' b**hes That's right And then you got a b**h like me Who just stand above all b**hes That excludes my girl Missy, Mary You know what sayin'? But y'all know what the f** I mean I'm the queen b**h, that's right muthaf**a, what? Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me A muthaf**a' ain't takin' my title Or my girl Missy title Or my girl Mary title, what? That's right See only b**hes like us Is allowed to play a game of chess You see, a real queen needs a king You damn muthaf**in' right I don't want a n***a laying up under me That can't do for me What I can't do for my muthaf**in' self So when y'all see me in the street? This is what I want y'all to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say Say it along, say it along now, say "She's a b**h!" I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor He was lookin' at my a** and I turned him on I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone I looked at him and all he could say was "Damn baby, bring it on" I talk sh** but I come through like a storm I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm And all he could feel, was this love baby I don't give a f** About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you I don't give a f** About what they think, what they say They can call me a freak Call me anything they wanna name I don't give a, I don't give a I just wanna take him home Take him to the house then turn him out He ain't checkin' for you