[Ms. (Funk Flex)] (What up baby?) The is here Uh, the is here Ms. Jade, the is here Flex, here she comes Beat Club, here she 215 shit Here she come, here she
When the truck pull up, and a broad out Every time I go to spit, raw pop out Tell me what's that 'bout, Ms. the magnificant If you don't belive then you must be sniffin' I leave rappers in a frenzy, mind the pain, say fuck it and hit the wine bottle I'm tryna tell you I'm a chick And if you know a sicker, go and find the chick I got the toaster, ready to approach the It's crowded but I'm settin' off the open flame These chicks happy 'bout Baby Vuitton bags and Jags Niggas is noodles, I twist the L and a drag It's evident that I'm needed badly Many a record labels now that they had me Thou shalt not fuck wit Ms. Or may face a thousand deaths from old thugs new slugs rap hard like I'm one of the best Flows sick, you can feel a all in ya chest Yes something fit and uncut, ya better buckle up Drink plenty water, get a lot of rest and it up
Uh yea, the is here Uh-huh, Ms. Jade, the champ is The champ is here, Beat Known to thugs, the champ is here The Club, the champ is here The champ is The champ is The champ is The champ is here Hey Flex, the is here The champ is The champ is here The is here Uh uh uh over