Lyrics:

Yo, yo, yo

They wanna know



Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)



Yo, yo

Can I turn you on by my word spell

Look into my eyes think I want you, can't tell

Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail

Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell

Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash

Wrist glist now cause I make a gang of cash

Light glance, still street with the doo-rag

Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that?

Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out

Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out

Ain't changed game don't run me, I run the game

If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I'm supposed to change

Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin with my mental

Natural born hustlin' bitch check what I've been through

Got mine took it from you, and now you slot mine

Exec to my own shit, dawg I ownin' dot coms'



Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)



Yo, yo I can understand why you're scared of Eve

Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me

Huh, mad cause an image I don't care to be

Realness, real shit, spit reality

Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I

Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life

Breath of fresh air

Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair

Why you listenin to other shit? You go the best here

Come on try your luck shorty, I got the rest scared

Bet you anything you aint ready and you get left there

Ain't known for frontin' vouch for my behavior,

Same way they get down I get down for this paper

Sixteen lean from my pence so you can test her

Still need to know who I am then cop the record

Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson

Bottom line my world, my way any questions



Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)



Uh, yo power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch

I'mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit

I was born to shine while most of y'all was borderline bullshit

Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless,

Dispose the flow through my hands like water

Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter

Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her

He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her

All ball is played, won't starve today

Song after song I write so I get paid

Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round

Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down

Make em love me over again and over your name

Betcha they get over your style and over your fame

Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame

Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain



Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Eve's that girl

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)