Unstop-able, Trackmasters, Rockland, come on
Na-na so sick, make your toes twitch
Get up in yo’ ass and ride that shit
Oh yeah, dare you act shady with the first lady?
Let’s go half on this baby
Inner thighs thick so when we fuck you must put me in a swiss ho’
Room 704, fuck they mad at me fo’?
Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?
Nuthin’. Hey, do a somersault
All that platinum shit you bought?
Nigga, fuck you thought, it ain’t my fault
Keep the wrist rocky, attitude cocky
Next time you see me, address me like, “;Miss Foxy”;
It’s for the wrist? Cop it. If it’s a six? Drop it.
Thongs with topless, how you like that Robbie?
Ain’t nothing sweet, you know my style, doggy style
>From the back, in the back, hit it like that
1 – The dolla bill
Nuthin’ but stacks get you anything
Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill
Say what you want baby
While you be stalling at the lights
We be dippin in Mercedes
Can get us from here to Rio
In two hours first class still time to take a shower
The dollar bill
Where ever we be it’s VIP stats, no doubt
So what y’all cats know about that
Say lady, I’m liking what I see
Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby
Can’t you see one night is all I need
We’ll go somewhere and be
Talkin’ about your future plans with me
[Sparkle & Cynthia]
I would do anything
To have you in my life, that’s right
We can take a flight out of here, go anywhere
Uh uh, I got proof rims on the V-12
Make you raise the roof, no gold in the tooth
Put some in the vault CD’s overseas
Private lofts, I’m you haters holocaust
Ain’t my fault I rap, then still made a mill’
But it’s my fault I got my own label deal
Vacation in Japan while you wish for Bennihana’s
On the way to pick up Madona, the ill na-na
Now you know the na-na plays with the big boys, aye’day
>From the six coupe to the big Royce, can you handle that?
A lotta sass and ass with that
And I’m strickly for the dough
So, fuck you think I’m here fo’?
Princesses in a row, row platinum status
Ice lace to pink face
Then I back the faggots
See me rocking aye’thang from Mongolians to Persians
Y’all still learning, I got ’em swervin’, through a sermon
And there’s nuthin’ you can tell me ’bout these cats that I
Don’t even ram through a plan, too much stack
Must I continue this?
Might be a couple of cats that I miss
We could skip the french kiss, take it straight to the wrist
And it gets no iller than this
Na-na engraved on canary ice, see me wear it twice
Did y’all niggas hear me right?
Me and Kelly put the lock down on New York to Chitown
Lyric Dollar Bill – R. Kelly