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