Lately

[Intro: Janet Jackson]
What have you done for me lately?

[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Y’all wanna go in the street with your niggas, leave me all alone
Next time you want ass, nigga, call "Tyrone"
Ain’t nothing change, just typical Fox
And y’all niggas wanna fuck? Bring a Tiffany box
And like I said before, I’mma tell you once more
You ain’t hauling? Fuck y’all niggas tryna score for?
While I’m on tour, pop a lil’ something
That’s stiff like a dick and still keep me nutting
Then go in spazz mode, I ain’t even fronting
Play with my own shit, what? it’s nothing
Tell me what other chick gets real like this
And leave the lipstick on a nigga dipstick
Y’all tryna hit us with the full move trip
From the club, to the car, from the car, to the crib
Fuck that!

[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
If y’all wanna keep her, treat her like a diva
Minute you slack, none of that, I'll leave ya
You don’t know how the last nigga feel?
Tell him what y’all don’t do, the next nigga will
Minute you neglect this, watch how fast I get on
Some next shit and haul ass for the exit
I done put in years, blood, love and tears
It’s marriage, you got on one knee, with 10 karats
So leave (Leave), me alone (Alone)
Leave the keys to the Benz and I’m gone
Cocksucker!
Cats'll do anything to get the booty out you
Now it seem a bitch can’t get a movie out you
Na’mean? Not even a little Tech’ Marine
Or a sky blue Fox with some diamond-studded jeans

[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me
This goes out to my real bitches
Throw ya rollies up in the air if y’all feel me

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Niggas say you soft when you stay in the crib
Like honey got duke locked like he doing a bid
And this shit is getting thick, as the days go past
So when I bounce, you know I’m taking half your stash
No prenup, just deep up
From your pockets to mine, what’s yours, is mine
‘Specially when them niggas start missing a bitch
Y’all niggas don’t think we on some sympathy shit?
Ain’t y’all the niggas hollering y’all be pimpin’ and shit?
From where? Y’all niggas be saving like Resthaven's
Play me? Uh-uh, I'll spray you first
Cheat on who? Uh-uh, I'll played you worse
And I’m not gone lie, not gone cry
Just take your paper and dry my eyes
And I ain’t even bitter, just slicked the wrist up
And cop a new crib with 1.6'er
Acting brand new in a new two-seater?
License plate read outs, “It's Cheaper to Keep Her”
Nigga!