A one a one two It's like it's like it's like it's like it's like...
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Everybody wants to be a big shot Everybody wants to make a quick buck Everybody wants to be on the top Everybody wants to be... (repeat)
Just like me just like me The S to the A to the L to the fa sol la T's makin' dough (Nuts?) No but as in big bucks So (huh?) so (who?) so what the hell It doesn't matter who goes 'n buy my records long as they sell And I can tell that you don't like me very well Pop-popular hit, pop hits is makin' my pockets swell
And makin' me a little rich now (yeah, baby) You ain't seen nothing if you think that I'm a bitch now Check it out, check it out Just watch me, just watch me
I wasn't tryin' to be a hooker sellin' pootang Up and down the block just ain't my thang I seen a lot of women fall and gettin' fast money Cuz either AIDS or jail will get that ass, honey I needed more to explore so I tried rap Now in 1993, I'm livin' mack stack Check my attitude it comes with the territory, baby And now I'm drivin' niggas crazy
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Everybody wants to get paid, paid like a Lou Mays Poppin' that coochie or sellin' fake Guccis Whatever's in style and costs some big ? Just to get one, niggas get a real five It's all about the great paper chase A million dollars worth of whip appeal could even buy Babyface So read me all the rules so I can have my money right Cuz I'm a new lady boss keepin' game tight
So, you think you're all that, feelin' kinda phat But can you see where the wrong is? I, I don't know much about ya But there's no doubt you're out to get yours anyway you can
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[You know what? I can't stand them Salt-N-Pepa bitches They think they're all that cuz they're popular in Europe Yeah, probably sell-out hookers Oh, oh, and they swear everybody want to be like them Please, I don't wanna be like them bitches I know - live in a big house and have all them bills and headaches and stuff Oh, and Spinderella Nah, nah, nah, she's cool, it's them other bitches I can't stand
(So I'm a bitch now?) Oh, Sue, there they go, right there Salt, Pepa! (Sometimes I be buggin' because I'm rich now) Yo, Pepa, can I get your autograph for my son? (Well, I don't need nothin' cuz you know that I'm a bitch, y'all) Yo, y'all's hair is real fly, where'd ya all get your hair done at? (You say, "oh, ain't she somethin'" because I'm rich now And I'll bet you wanna be like me) Still can't stand them bitches (Because I'm rich, y'all, and I'm a bitch, y'all A rich bitch, y'all, and I know)]
Barbara Mandrell lyrics