Me I'm just me Me I'm just real Me I'm that bitch That be footing the bill Only a real nigga could cop a feel Credit Card blacker than that nigga Seal 24 million I brokered a deal Jewish my lawyer he Kosher than Dill And I am still, Poppin' them pills I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel? I am still living in Beverly Hills Tell 'em to chill Tell 'em to chill Tell all them people my wrists is on chill Bitches can't beat me they ain't got the skill Eye of the tiger they ain't got the kill Look up to Jada I love her and Will Bitches my sons but they ain't in my will The fuck be wrong with these bitches? The fuck be wrong with these niggas?