All'n My Grill (american Version) Lyrics

[Missy - Verse One]Don't explain, you never changeSame old thing, same old gameSay ya want, to be wit' meBut show me my ringBaby, let me thinkI been, in the coldThe story untold, about to unfoldHow do you expect meTo ever believe, you won't be wit' me[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]Why you lal in my grill (why, you all, in)Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know)Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live)[Missy - Verse Two]Talk is talk, and talk is cheapTell it to her, don't say it to meCuz I know, I'm in controlSee tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too oldGo 'head, with your gamesDon't ever come back, to me againWhere you go, remember meI'm the best thing in history[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]Why you all in my grill (why, why, why)Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills)Let me know if you will (let me know, boy, boy)Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick got to live, ooh yea)[Bridge One - Missy (Nicole)]Third time (third time)I moved you in, took you backIn my life (I was a fool)I don't know, what's wrong with meThird time (third time)I moved you in, took you backIn my life[Chorus - Missy (Nicole)]Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill)Can you pay my bills (can you pay my bills, yea)Let me know if you will (let me know, let me know, baby, baby)Cuz a chick gotta live (a chick like me, I got to live, yea)[Bridge Two - Missy]If you want meWhere's my doughGive me moneyBuy me clothesNo need for talkingHave my doughWhere's my moneyWhere's my clothesIf you want me(repeat)[Big Boi]Aight, uhWhile you all in my grill, I'm thinkin' it's time to chillBut you want to drill thoI couldn't even step out the baby blue vehicle cuz you be tryna kill my hoeMy girlfriend, and people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalkerLike Darth Vader checks a SkywalkerI told you I was the street talkerIt ain't my fault you wearin' your Victoria's Secrets and your Frederick'sWanted to wander 'round the store, instead I took you to Cedric'sTo entertain you, to DO YOU TO THE G, and never claim youMe and Missy, we gettin' straight fucked, booYeah we puffin' up one of them thangs tooYou blamin' boo, you maimin' whoI know you ain't bringin' that lame crewBig Boi, and them phat sacksChief Bridget, Dee, all they same booBut I'm back by the Dungeon FamilySo you can go 'head wit' al that stabbin' meCuz I will jab the, and slam theAnd Bobby will save that ass, geeYea, huh(music till fade)