She's legal, tender and fine
She's not conceited but she knows she's a dime
She's legal, tender and fine
She picked my pocket [bad word] no crime

[Verse 1]
Let me tell ya a little story about this girl named Missy
She a born and she raised to keep dem mon hungry
Body shape, hair cut like Halle Berry
Fool of the mon that try [bad word] tame this sassy
What she want is a mon who can handle her right
All through the night, baller for life
Well I can smash it up
And I can love it up
But only girl if you want to give it up

[Verse 2]
Can I get that
Can I hit that
Can I get that
I want that
I need that
Can I kiss that
Wouldn't miss that
Cause I know what you need
Mama shake that
 [bad word] 2x]

[Verse 3]
Here's another tale about this girl name Laura
You can find her shiny teeth at any corner
Nice and ready for da mon who want spend him dollar
So soon as she see Snow she wasn't spend me dollar
So we jump in da whip and headed to the crib
Then she started to express how she like that informer
She said I'll nice it up then I'll love it up
But when da Laura through you'll have to pay it up