Vicki Gotti

[Verse 1] Damn, I look good Lemme touch myself Pass and step back Kiss myself, c'mon Get it on, you be screaming my name Mad I'm getting honey at the foreign exchange While your man jerking off to my pictures I'm in meetings 'round town making boss decisions Oh, you ain't know? Let me school these pigeons I got a rhyme that bark back like a dog that hiccups And a flow that's so hot it could get your dick up See, I need to know now if you down to stick up Cuz' this princess lifestyle is hard to keep up Wearing Nauti, acting loopy On my bookie, new Suzuki Say he sweat the coochie, wanna buy me Gucci Sport the new Perruci wrapped up in the Pucci Italian imported like the counter at Balducci Watch me when I step on carpet , Armaretto Italian leather, and the Timberland Stiletto Here they call me princess like I'm Tony Daughta Meadow Ha, a made bitch to these wise guy fellows Classic to the cello, money green and yellow Sonny sends his love, and papi says hello [Chorus] When I roll up in the spot (Throw your hands up!) If you talking to me hot (Get your stacks up!) Vicki Gotti She's so naughty At the party in Bulgari When I roll up in the spot (Throw your hands up!) If you talking to me hot (Get your stacks up!) Vicki Gotti She's so naughty At the party in Bulgari [Verse 2] Versace Hottie, Mafioso Mami Vicki Gotti to all you nobodies God Mother, unlike the others See these dudes move like feds 'cuz they straight undercovers You a joke and you make me laugh Claim you gettin' money but you get no cash Claim you bag chicks, but your chicks is trash Fast to pop shit, now look at your ass I was Eve with the apple, you a snake in the grass When it's all said and done, you a ghost to the past The best that you had, 'cuz your new bitch is mad You try imitate everything that we had So I moved on, and bore with borders You outside with change looking for quarters I'm inside the Range, flippin' through folders On my way to the stage, fixing my rollers Here center stage, pay like a warbuck And they all know my name, Paris to London That's why my pay is bigger than yours, hon Triple your income, see I know where I fit son Fit with the mobsters, you don't want no problems Tie you and wack you when I don't even have to 'Cuz I'm not even mad boo, but I know that you're mad too [Chorus] When I roll up in the spot (Throw your hands up!) If you talking to me hot (Get your stacks up!) Vicki Gotti She's so naughty At the party in Bulgari When I roll up in the spot (Throw your hands up!) If you talking to me hot (Get your stacks up!) Vicki Gotti She's so naughty At the party in Bulgari