[Intro: Madonna]
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Missy and Madonna, boy, ain't nothin' better
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna, am I okay skinny or fatter?
When I rap on this track, all I smell is cheddar
You and I together, yo, we're tougher than leather
Make pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatter
It really don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who ass really fatter? My ka-dunk-ka-dunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
All on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit
I come with the heat, see my hits (Ooh)
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy? Is you with me?
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh, mama, that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your pappy and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna, Missy Elliott]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong
That's why I wrote this song
This type of modern life, is it for me?
(I'd like to express my extreme point of view)
(I'd like to express my extreme point of view)
(A Madonna exclusive)
So I went into a bar
Looking for sympathy
A little company
I tried to find a friend
It's more easily said
It's always been the same
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free
Do I have to change my name?
(C'mon)
Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight?
Am I gonna be a star?
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Missy and Madonna, boy, ain't nothin' better
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna, am I okay skinny or fatter?
When I rap on this track, all I smell is cheddar
You and I together, yo, we're tougher than leather
Make pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatter
It really don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who ass really fatter? My ka-dunk-ka-dunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
All on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit
I come with the heat, see my hits (Ooh)
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy? Is you with me?
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh, mama, that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your pappy and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna, Missy Elliott]
I tried to be a boy
I tried to be a girl
I tried to be a mess
I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong
That's why I wrote this song
This type of modern life, is it for me?
(I'd like to express my extreme point of view)
(I'd like to express my extreme point of view)
(A Madonna exclusive)
So I went into a bar
Looking for sympathy
A little company
I tried to find a friend
It's more easily said
It's always been the same
This type of modern life, is not for me
This type of modern life, is not for free
Do I have to change my name?
(C'mon)
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