a-one, a-one-two

it´s like, it´s like, it´s like, it´s like, it´s like...

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everybody wants to be a big shot

everybody wants to make a quick buck

everybody wants to be on the top

everybody wants to be...

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just like me, just like me

the s to the a to the l to the fa-sol-la t´s makin´ dough

(nuts?) no, but as in big bucks

so (huh?), so (who?), so what the hell

it doesn´t matter who goes ´n buy my records long as they sell

and i can tell that you don´t like me very well

pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin´ my pockets swell

and makin´ me a little rich now (yeah, baby)

you ain´t seen nothing if you think that i´m a bitch now

check it out, check it out

just watch me, just watch me

i wasn´t tryin´ to be a hooker sellin´ pootang

up and down the block just ain´t my thang

i seen a lot of women fall and gettin´ fast money

cuz either aids or jail will get that ass, honey

i needed more to explore so i tried rap

now in 1993, i´m livin´ mack stack

check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby

and now i´m drivin´ niggas crazy

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everybody wants to get paid, paid like a lou mays

poppin´ that coochie or sellin´ fake guccis

whatever´s in style and costs some big?

just to get one, niggas get a real five

it´s all about the great paper chase

a million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy babyface

so read me all the rules so i can have my money right

cuz i´m a new lady boss keepin´ game tight

so, you think you´re all that, feelin´ kinda phat

but can you see where the wrong is?

i, i don´t know much about ya

but there´s no doubt you´re out to get yours anyway you can

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[you know what? i can´t stand them salt-n-pepa bitches

they think they´re all that cuz they´re popular in europe

yeah, probably sell-out hookers

oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them

please, i don´t wanna be like them bitches

i know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff

oh, and spinderella

nah, nah, nah, she´s cool, it´s them other bitches i can´t stand

(so i´m a bitch now?)

oh, sue, there they go, right there salt, pepa!

(sometimes i be buggin´ because i´m rich now)

yo, pepa, can i get your autograph for my son?

(well, i don´t need nothin´ cuz you know that i´m a bitch, y´all)

yo, y´all´s hair is real fly, where´d ya all get your hair done at?

(you say, "oh, ain´t she somethin´" because i´m rich now

and i´ll bet you wanna be like me)

still can´t stand them bitches

(because i´m rich, y´all, and i´m a bitch, y´all

a rich bitch, y´all, and i know)]

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