Lyrics:

E-E-E-Excuse me, but who are you fixin' to be
Let them motherfuckers know it's plenty fish in the sea
And he sweatin me just cuz I got that tightest hole
But I couldn't find that th-thang with a microscope
Give me dom dom da da da da da dom dom dom
I ain't trippin on yo money, money long long long
Want my own TV production company
So tell harpo to hit me Celie
Anyway, ri-ri, what rhymes with your name freely
Money got you vacationing in Chili
Do you want to sit on the back while I wheelie
REALLY, REALLY, no for real really
Laid out on the beach, they be feedin me my catfishes
Cuz it's raining men, Fat Bitches