No One's - Foxy Brown

'Member Mossy, 'member the sweet dreams

'Member the cocoa leaves, 'member Sega Gene-sis

Now we live in love like Genovese, stash twenty G’s ease

Crib in Belize please, forever cheese

Crib all fresh high-tech nigga, art deco

In the villa room, sippin Demi Sec, ohh?

Seperate the classiest from the nastiest

Bugs, on some ninety-six ill shit

Niggas used to rock Swatches and style 'member?

Now they 'bezle on the Rolexes chips like December

In Havana, the Cabana, Copa

Now Fox is flippin more chips than Oprah

Lizard skin sofa, ice flooded Don

Like Imelda Marcos, the Donness, I be the peron

Pure precon foot action Tone

Like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on

No one’s gonna love you, the way I do

Nobody, I can love you better

No one’s gonna love you, the way I do

Nobody, baby your best bet is me

It was the floss thang, for them niggas to thug walk thang

And for the chips, Reebokses and New York thang

Small thang, and to the hottest, Goddess

Caramel skin-tel, try this, and die the hardest

Heartless, it was cool to shoot skully

He’s remind me, something like R. Kelly

Back in the days, maxes and cresses

Now it’s 6's with chrome rellies, and BBSes

Undress this, no deal, no skills off this

And from where I was holdin, before this

Bad chick before all this, peep the wrist action

Fendi sell ices around the bezelle

No sale, suited up in Bendel, Boogie

Oh well, could tell, I floss well, uhh

Peep the hustle, steamed shrimps and mussels

Lampin, in the Hamptons, quarter mile from Russell’s

If we was all Don like DeMarco, runnin crazy

Niggas, won’t be haters, ballin, like briqueze

Presedential suites at Ramada, in Nevada

Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I’m droppin

Twenty G’s on roulette, playa, what you bet?

The Cris have a nigga trippin wet, uhhhh

Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48

Five on the plate, high stake, indo

Bet they went from Pujos to pushin Benz-o's

Dippin on a van whip with the dipped Lorenzo’s

The sassiest, mahogany Brown

Switch from, rockin lottoes to coppin movados

Peep the mix like mulatto, feel on

Tryin to chill on the ville sit back and get these mill-ions

Yeah, now you ballin, please

Your stash wasn’t swollen till my dough started rollin