Tight

[Intro: Remy Ma & Fat Joe]
This is, this is, this is this, this is
R to the Eazy
Listen, listen, listen, listen
M to the wizzeye, you so flizzye
Ain't nobody fucking with my bitch, you heard me?

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

[Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
When you hear that "this is, this is", you know it's a hit
You know it's that bitch, yeah, nigga, reminiscing
Hate to tell you but this is, this is
As good as it gizzit, that's no bullshizzit
I stay on my grind and give bitches the business
Please pay attention, li-li-listen, listen
This is, this a Cool and Dre epidemic and ain't nobody fucking with any of my niggas
You see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice
And even though he blow he gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice
And you know that I'm nice, Pun is insane
Nevy steady on the grinden callus that beats novacaine
It's not the same shits gon' change quickly
Blame your ghost writer 'cause he can't fuck with me, yeah
Remy MAR-T-I-N, if you just spit up in the park
Bitch, I want in

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

[Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
See, when it comes to magazine, I'm queen like Nefertiti
You can catch me on the vibe, feel a vibe when you see me (Feel that)
Or on the King looking sleezy
I got the source all over me like big zeeti
A lot of weed smoke so the picture look steamy
I'm a diva so the dons and divas say they need me
Got the cover of the Ave and I made it look eazy
Why are you on the back of the page looking cheezy?
Double XL, I turn niggas on like a TV
Rockin' all different colors from lemon to kiwi
I came in the game with Pun and they ain't believe me
So I made them wonder like Stevie
I came in with a platinum rapper like Hershey's kiss no freebies
You came with a gold rapper like reeses pieces
Remy Ma, rated R, y'all rated PG
Thirteen worth cream, damn, I talk greezy

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

[Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
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[Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

[Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You know that neck tite
You know that work tite
You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite
You know that pussy tite
You know that ass tite
(Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?)

[Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma]
You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me)
You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me)
Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me)
'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me