ALL N MY GRILL(FEAT.BIG BOI OF OUTKAST & NICOLE)

Huh, hit me! Don't explain, You never change, Same old thang, Same old game You say you want to be with me, Well show me my ring, Baby let me think I been in the cold, Story untold, I'm about to unfold How do you expect me, To ever believe, You want to be with me. (Why you all in my grill,) Why you all in? (Can you pay my bills,) Can you pay my bills? (Let me know if you will) lemme know, know (Cause a chick gotta live) a chick like me, I got to live Talk is talk, Talk is cheap, Tell it to her, Don't say it to me Because I know I'm in control, See tricks are for kids, an boo I'm too old Go ahead with your game, Don't never come back to me again Where you go remember me, I'm the best thang in history. (Why you all in my grill,) Why? Why? Why? (Can you pay my bills,) Can you pay my bills? (Let me know if you will) lemme know, boy, boy (Cause a chick gotta live) a chick got to live, yeah, yeah (Third time,) Third time, (I moved you in, Took you back in my life) I was a fool, (I don't know what's wrong with me) (Third time,) Third time, (I moved you in, Took you back in my life.) (Why you all in my grill,) Why you all in my grill? (Can you pay my bills,) Can you pay my bills? (Let me know if you will) lemme know if you will (Cause a chick gotta live) (Why you all in my grill,) Why?... (Can you pay my bills,) ...pay my bills (Let me know if you will) lemme know, lemme know, baby, baby (Cause a chick gotta live) a chick like me, I got to live If you want me, Where's my dough Give me money, Buy me clothes No need for talking, Have my dough Where's my money, Where's my clothes. If you want me, Where's my dough Give me money, Buy me clothes No need for talking, Have my dough Where's my money, Where's my clothes. Why you all in my grill, I'm thinkin its time to chill but you want to drill' do couldn't even step out of the baby blue Bonneville, cause you trying to kill my ho my girlfriend, people around me is tell'in me that you a stalker like Darth Vader chasing Skywalker, I told you I was a street talker it ain't my fault, you ain't get'in your Victoria Secrets and your Fredricks you went to the mali about a story, I took you to Cedricks to entertain you, give you to the gee, and never claim you me an Missy we straight piss'in, oh! Yeah an we puff'in on one of them thangs too you blam'in who, you name'in who, I know you ain't bring'in that lame crew Big Boi, daddy of them phat sacks, chief pretty boi of the same boot I'm backed by the Dongen family, so you go ahead with all that stabb'in me because I will jab thee, an slam thee, and bobby bousha your ass gee, yeah... yeah...