Shad Moss - Big Girls (Promo Only clean edit) (album version) lyrics

I'm the girl whose name be heard Get a pen and pad so I can write down this verse Dem haters be hatin' thinkin' They hatin' can cause me a curse But they know if they keep it up They gonna get it worse I'm dat rapper that's known as The teen that don't write a lick And some never heard of me Yes but the ones that did heard me spit But some haters finna hate on me So they gonna need a cross kit Maybe a bandage No, maybe some surgery 'Cause they finna have a 9 Through they head Anyway my rapping was so good I made an avalenge And after I hurted dem haters Let's just say they finna hop in that ambulece Lie to they mommys and daddys that It was all an accident on tha stage They fell, oh well, boo hoo now they in a grave I don't need to worry 'cause I'm tryna Stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower Make it taller, make it high and make it higher Selling all of theses albums is Just gonna make ya haters hate mo 'N make my pockets fatter I'm a hop in my Chevy, hope dem b**hes Try not a still my cheese Oh well, I'm not worried, I'ma lock my box with this key So I'm gonna take a ride up in these streets No, I'ma stop for some deeze Chunk up tha duece, oh sh**, dem haters stop They trashed up whip in a slow creep They got they 5's but I'ma be ready for them I got my 9, don't got nothin' to worry 'bout 'cause I'm a have dem in that hospitals bed at night And after that I'm a make this cheese Stacked like the twin towers And I got so much witnesses They thought I was Ms. Michael Myers So if ya got another Then I'm gone, holla back