[Intro]

This is another Missy Elliott exclusive

[Verse 1: Missy]

My twinkies look stinky on the Benz

And don't I gotta look sweet for my mens

And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper

And even date a ball player from the Lakers

Now fake a take and make 'em holler at ya later

Shake 'em, wake 'em, tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob's

That's the way a real diva like to floss it

Buy a car no matter what is costs-es

Of courses, my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous

Tell you who the motherfucking boss is

I'm driving, you walking, that's why you talking

See the chrome spinning on the wheels, stop jocking

I'ma let you know real nice and slow

I'd be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho

So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun

If you think that I'm done, I ain't even begun

[Chorus]

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all

Move it all around (Huh?)

Move it all around (Huh?)

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), that's right

Move it all around (Come on)

Move it all around (Huh?)

[Verse 2]

Feel the boombastic in ya back, kid

Fifteens putting holes in ya back, kid

Boom-boom-boom

Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom

Don't it sound so fantastic?

My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini

Two-twenty can't see me, in the bottle like a genie

Teeny-weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties

Now here's a freebie, I'ma let you see me on TV

Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami

I hit you with the one-two whammy

Your no-tooth granny with a hole in her panties

And I don't give a shit if you can't stand me

'Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my mammy

And I don't mean to sound too petty

But they use to call me fatty 'til I got with Puff Daddy

[Chorus]

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all

Move it all around (Huh?)

Move it all around (Huh?)

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), that's right

Move it all around (Come on)

Move it all around (Huh?)

[Verse 3]

My rims keep turnin' and turnin'

Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon

And, yes, it's my concern that

Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling?

I'm old school, I rock a Sherman

From New Jerz heard all the way to Berlin

And that's for certain, behind every curtain

Is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin'

Mr. Mos' on the beats (On the beats)

And Missy be the beats behind the beats (Behind the beats)

My record sales don't jump or do leaps

And while you sleep I'm on the ground as I creep

She creep, I got Pumas on my feet

Fresh gear every day, all week

You know I keep it hot for my peeps

Never cheap, underground like the streets

[Chorus]

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), we gon' do it like this, y'all

Move it all around (Huh?)

Move it all around (Huh?)

Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)

Dip (Dip), shake (Shake), that's right

Move it all around (Come on)

Move it all around (Huh?)