Brooklyn Bitch Foxy Brown (Ft. Shyne)

[Intro: DJ Whoo Kid, Foxy Brown, Shyne]
Skies, Atlanta
Yeah, Brooklyn
Uh, Brooklyn
Eh eh eh, Brooklyn
Eh eh eh, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, where you be?
Brooklyn, where I be?
Brooklyn, where you be?

[Chorus: Foxy Brown, Shyne]
This one is for my hoods in the street getting paper
Cooking 8, balls like Tony Draper
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your heart stop, the balling stops
Uh, this one is for my chicks getting Franklins
Fuck niggas, use your figures to this anthem
Get that money, take that money, don't stop
Cause when your dough stop, the balling stops

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Uh, tired of watching honeys watching my watch and
Watching these niggas as they play in my crotch
They go top, like the CL coupe, I can't drop
Pray I flop? Did you pop? Pussy pop, we go pop, uh
And that pussy have you speaking in tounges and
The backshot have you leaking your ones
Cop all the hot shit like the yellow rock shit
My hollow point tips will leave you jointless
Na Na, y'all bitches' pointless
And y'all hoes' broke, the fuck your point is?
Is y'all mad cause my wrist stay laced up?
Thighs thick, brown skin, baby-faced up