| I invited you to the club so what, so what |
| Don’t mean you gotta hang all up under me |
| You a big girl don’t act out, word up |
| Cuz you ain’t gonna gain no clout, no doubt |
| I know you wanna be wit me, but I |
| Stay single and remain mingle and |
| Cuz there’s so many out jinglin, oh my God |
| So I guess time will tell what’s out there for Swan |
| To move it on, is what you always say to me |
| That’s what I always do, but you still pagin me |
| What’s the deal? You ask keep it real, so it be |
| But I come to find out that got at least three |
| More 'fro's that you braidin, on the D-L |
| So I guess it’s time for me to bounce the ball like Sprewell |
| See well, you could of had it all, Ms. Dove |
| But you showin Swan, ain’t that much love |
| Get control of your life, get control of your mind |
| Get control of your body, girl, take your time |
| Take your time, take your time |
| Take your time, take your, take your time |
| Take your time, take your, take your time |
| Take your time, take your time |
| Listen up quick, baby jink |
| Gotta lotta shit to get wit, stuck in the game and I can’t |
| I’m thinkin of a master plan |
| Buck’s hot as cool, to see a fan when I’m on the spot |
| Now some think I’m not, human |
| Even thought I got the bomb and my shit’s boomin |
| I’m leavin your room in, no space |
| If you wanna make a mistake, get up in my face |
| Talkin about, yo I gotta be off |
| Pause, just because you wanna get up in my drawers |
| You ready to break laws, visions of your clothes in my back |
| Just because you stack, now you wanna act |
| Like you know you got your rhyme on cock |
| And everything I do, shit stop for you, shit |
| Please, thirty two degrees, of the breeze |
| About to hit you wit the good law special |
| Why did you, how could you, get upset |
| When I said my money comes first, I bet |
| You don’t know, that I gotta lotta shit on my mind |
| So before I fall off, momma said |
| You wanna know why I be trippin when I hear her name |
| Cuz every rider in the hood, know she all about game |
| See me on the block, she ask me where I been |
| She know where I been, probably tryin to cash in |
| See me in the Vibe, see me in The Source |
| Got my act together, she see me on floss |
| Now you wanna fuck me, slow down girl |
| I used to wanna fuck you, but I been around the world |
| I seen the more, dealt wit a lot |
| Now what make you think I’m gonna pay for that twat |
| That’s what you here for? You exceedin |
| Definitely speedin, slow down girl |
| Get control of your life, get control of your mind |
| Get control of your body, girl, take your time |
| Now you wanna stress me out, you put me on a route til my hair fall out |
| Now what’s that all about? I’mma bob and weave |
| Duck ya bullshit, see Buck ain’t up, fuck ya bullshit |
| Bitch, tellin me my style was a fluke |
| Cuz I wouldn’t give you boots, and you thought I was cute |
| I got loot, see money is all that I’m about |
| Just coolin wit my niggas and bustin it out |
| I’m BDI, you could tell by the vision I use |
| I see you fake bitches for blocks, I never snooze |
| See she wanna put me on cruise |
| Set me on a straight path, what about I had to laugh at her |
| Cuz I ain’t gon' fall, runnin around talkin about New York |
| Check this out, now she ready to brawl |
| I got a call from the C.O.P., tellin me to stand tall |
| Caught me in the mall wit all, my homies wit me |
| Shorty had to be on the scale of one to three |
| Damn, a dime, but whatever poppa said, BDI, you gotta |