[Intro - Wailing Saxophone & Mocking Ad-Libs] [Singer/Backup singers with a playful, teasing tone] Heh! Listen to this sad tale! Yeeeeeah! Gotta be clear on this! (Mmm-hmm!) Shakin' in my boots! HA! Let the funk roll! [Verse 1 - Mocking] Said she's running a legitimate business! (Oh, Lord!) Got her ADP, bank accounts—the whole damn stiffness! Said we shakin' in our boots, yeah, you got us real low! She's going harder, but where the hell does the money go? Scared off the customers, the real people she can't keep! 'Cause all this lowballing, bum-bitch behavior got her in too deep! She said, "This has got y'all shaking in y'all boots." Baby, we just dancing to your crazy excuse! [Chorus - Exaggerated, High-Pitched Call-and-Response] She said, "I need to see the receipts!" (She needs a mirror!) "Bring the proof, Bitch!" (Oh, the hypocrisy!) "Women lie, men lie, but numbers don't lie!" (She's the only one talking that low-down lie!) Yeah, we got the paper, baby, but it ain't on us! She's just throwing a fit 'cause nobody she can trust! [Verse 2 - Dismissive] Said she's "being attacked by complete bum bitch behavior." Honey, look who's talking—you the only sad layer! She's saying low things, but she ain't a lowballing person— But this coming-for-me shit is what she's rehearsing! "Chocolate, you on live, sayin' I stole your dough? All lies, you guys!" (She got a thousand excuses with her crazy eyes!) She thinks we miserable, wants us to stop speaking to her! But she's the one who's mad and acting so amateur! [Bridge - Bass Drops Out - Snapping Fingers & Whispering] [A dramatic, condescending tone] Ooh, baby, the poor woman is hurt! Slapped in the face when she's doing a favor! Said she was charging way fucking more than that! (She's a giver!) Schedule C, two dependents—A real tax preparer! (Puh-lease!) She screaming, "Who did I rob? Who did I rob, y'all?" (You stole the spotlight with your dramatic drawl!) Said she got to clip some of this shit to grow! She ain't clipping nothing but her own damn show! [Guitar Solo - Funky, Whiny, and Wailing] [A short, high-pitched guitar solo that sounds slightly off-key and mocking, with background chatter: "Receipt-Having Rhonda!" "Stop cappin'!"] [Verse 3 - Laughing Off the Threats] "I'm in spiritual warfare," she said! "The devil is trying to attack me!" (Baby, the only devil is your sad ass, you see!) "You have no power over me! I am bigger than you!" (Please! Your threats are lighter than a cheap silver digger!) She said, "You too old to be fighting, you old bitch! You need to level up!" She wants me to hate her, but I just can't get enough! "Your pussy popping, pussy selling ain't gonna work no more!" She's talking about everybody but the fool right outside the door! She said, "I'm building a three-figure fucking company." (That's not even enough money to buy a new tummy!) [Outro - Chaos and Fade] I don't give a fuck! (Hah! Neither do we!) "If it ain't directed, it's not respected!" (So why you taggin' everybody but the one who checked it?) She lost her grandma! Got her medicine changed! She said, "Get your neck get snapped right now!" (The nerve!) Bitch, you really need to go chill on Stani! Yeah! Chill on Stani! (Oh, baby, baby!) (I'm tired of you cappin' ass bitches!) [Music dissolves into a sputtering, comical drum roll and a high-pitched, mocking laugh.]
