Whose It Is

I know you got a job and a ride like that

Got the house and the bills, you divide that math

Got your part and your man's if he got off track

You the shit and you know it, you be all on that

Got a blazer and a white shirt, skirt or some black sacks

Cause you all about your business, never hit with that tax

And you're hella independent, goddamn you're not bad

But your man now be looking at these bitches like that

Gon' show 'em whose it is

Whose it is, whose it is, whose it is

Y'all know I don't rap about sex, off top

Cause I can go harder and I'll rap nonstop

I don't need to pretend or nor do I cockblock

But these bitches out here sucking so hard, they lockjawed

I'm a chick with smart talk, go hard and nonstop

They say they call shots but call me cockblock

Your product all wrong, no cuts, no uh, uh

I'll chop you hoes off, I'm 'bout to show off

Gon' show 'em whose it is

Whose it is, whose it is, whose it is

You really know how you got it when you do it

Cause you keep it on the low, you ain't ratchet, you ain't stupid

But when you homey with the flow and you be dancing to the music

When they saw you in the mirror in the private where you move it

Fuck a cat daddy

You gon turn your ass around and look back at it

If they saw you they gon have to throw some cash at it

When you back it all the way its like bad traffic, bad habits

And in a

Gon' show 'em whose it is

Whose it is, whose it is, whose it is