[Intro]
Trackboy music, homie
(Ooh, okay) Yeah, uh
(Ooh, okay) Trackboy music, homie
(Ooh, okay) Yeah
(Uh, uh, okay) Yeah
Uh (Ooh, okay)
Yeah, uh (Ooh, okay)
(Ooh, okay) Yeah
Yeah (Uh, uh, okay)
[Verse 1]
Now I ain't lookin' for no love, just wanna chill (Uh-huh)
What one won't do, bet the next one will (That's right)
Might swoop through and holla in my coupé de ville (I might)
But that's only if I got some time to kill, ho
See this one dame that's hip to the game (Uh-huh)
Never been the type that'll stick with a lame (Uh-uh)
You ain't tryna be committed, well, we one in the same
Say my attitude is shitty and at times I'm vain (Woo)
Mean what else can I say, I guess I'm guilty as charged (Uh, 'kay)
Caught a felony from the way I'm spittin' these bars (That's right)
I'm from St. Louis city and I claim it with pride (No)
Ain't no shame in my game, this is where I reside (Uh, come on)
And I done seen a lotta things
So I'm hip to how they plot and scheme, it's not a thing (Uh, uh-uh)
Tryna get me out the Prada jeans, I'm outta lean (Uh, uh)
Boy, you got to have a lotta green, know what I mean? (Uh, oh, know what I mean?)
[Chorus]
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
[Verse 2]
I keep niggas runnin' back like marsh and fog (Marsh and fog)
If you can't walk the walk, don't talk the talk (Talk the talk)
I'm a grown ass woman, can't tell me shit (Uh-uh)
Just left from the mall, bought a new outfit (New outfit)
And I'm tired of these hoes runnin' off at the mouth (Off at the mouth)
Stinkin' ass don't know what they talkin' about (Talkin' about)
All y'all done fucked up, you don't know what ya in fo' (Know what ya in fo')
Way I fuck tracks, you could call me a nympho (Call me a nympho)
I'm drivin' down the block now (Uh-huh), ridin' with the top down (Uh-huh)
Rollin' with my kin folk, they smokin' that indo (Woo)
My pimp juice gotta 'em actin' like a lunatic (Uh)
And every city I hit they yellin' out, "Biatch" (Uh)
[Chorus]
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
[Bridge]
I give it to 'em so simple and plain (That's right)
I'm the dame they be claimin' they tame (No)
I met him but I can't remember his name (Uh-uh)
Fuck the fame, I'm in this for the change (C'mon)
[Verse 3]
Now I've been known to murder tracks like Roberta Flack (Uh-huh)
Give a nigga head and he don't know how to act (Oh)
And I've been known to get around when I'm in ya town (Yeah)
Call ya baby daddy, he ain't no where to be found (Uh)
And hell with bein' lady-like (What?), call me promiscuous
And yeah, it's true they may be right, but fuck 'em (Uh-huh)
It ain't nobody's prerogative (Uh-uh), if I like to dress sexy (Uh, uh)
Act seductive and provocative (Uh)
[Chorus]
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, act like a bitch
Now I could act like a bitch, now I could act like a bitch
