No One Else (Puff Daddy Remix)

Brown ****, uh, chromed out six and shit

Bubblin', layin' up with them Colombians

Oh fuck no, I gets dough, Fox Brown mama

Jig suits from Gabbana

True ballin' ****, who you callin'

Papa we be flashin', sex lastin', all night long, it's strong

The mattress, ill na na, like Benihana steaks

The boogie like a fresh pair of snakes

Italian, Fox Brown the don, Gucci on

Stylin', sip Cristal on the Cayman Islands

Uh, got gay **** ready to switch, like Ravano

Turn that mob **** to snitch, true player to don

From Vittadini, five carats on the arm, jewels be the bomb

The four hotties, Total and Foxy, sippin' Spumante

Bad girl of the year, '96 Pam Grier, uh

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need, no one

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

Many people tell me my style is terrific

Stupendous, tremendous, I bend just a little bit more

Than the average whore, cause I'm focused

I rock Versace lamps and saucers

You didn't know I like crocodile boots and gator suits

The biggest willies, got to feel me, huh

I like to hot wheels, you got a fast car

Like Tracy Chapman, you can cruise with this rap star

The mink sporter, the heroin importer I be that rich bitch

Stack banks by the chips, check it

I spot pits like Spud McKenzie, I'm Leona Helmsley

Taxes is gettin' axes, it's essential for the presidential, certified testicles

Get sprayed forty decibels, the King and I

All you need in this world, I'm a bad girl

The high pitch queen bitch

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need no one but you babe

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

Once again, I'm all you need with the caramel skin

Fat luscious, lickable lips, in a jet black bitch

Stackin' ends, fulfilling dreams makin' life complete

Come take a journey with this funkdafied bitch that can't be beat

Once, twice, second time around for me

Three times more than the lady you'd imagine it'd be

I been, reinstated, platinum plated and **** hated

Relay it that I'm the shit, twelve Lugers in the clip

Get, hot like a chili pepper, flee from me

You got the blunt, give it away to the B-R uh A-T

And check my M3, think I know everything will P-I-she

And you can't keep up with this heifer

From the West Side streets

I'm talking mad money, acting funny with all the phonies

Keeping it real with homies, who been real to me

It would defeat the purpose for me not to flash my rocks

Cash traveler's checks, invest in stocks and bonds

Sippin' on Dom

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

I don't need no one baby, as long as I have you

You gotta believe me baby, cause what I say is true

I don't need no one baby, you're the only one for me

I don't need nobody else, baby can't you see yeah

Don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh

Don't need, no one but you, ooh ooh ooh