Lyrics:

Bad Boy '98
Total, Kima, Keisha, Pam
Missy, talk to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Bad Boy, Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice, check one
(oooh)
Bad Boy
My mic sounds nice, check two
P-U-F-F
I'ma make 'em go deaf
Make you say, who dat?
Them Total bitches, bad asses
Kima Keisha and Pam, oh shit
Goddammit, should you cram it, or slam it
Damn right, I'ma jam it

Baby, you sho' is somethin'
See I won't, trade you for nothin'
See everything, you do to me
You got me trippin'
And I'm satisfied and that's guaranteed

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you
I hope you, that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you

Baby yeah
There's one thing, I'll mention
Me and her (la la la la la la la)
See she's no, competition
So tell her, that you're through with her
And you're in love with me
And that's totally
And you're dedicated to me

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you
I hope you, that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you

(Mmmmmmmmmm)
Baby, there's one thing
(Mmm-mmmmmm)
(Mmmmm-mmm)
I'll mention
(Mmmmmm-mmm)
Nah, nah, nah
(Mmmmmm-mmm)
See she's no competition
(Mmmm-mmmm)

I won't quit it
Till I get it, till I have it
I'll admit it I'm in love
(you got me, shit you got me)
I won't quit it
Till I get it, till I have it
I'll admit it I'm in love
(you got me, shit you got me)

Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
Ya see I'm open, baby I'm open
Baby you know that
You got me trippin'
Ya see I'm open, baby I'm open

I hope you, that you've been checkin' me
I know what you're talkin' bout
I be trippin' on my own feet
You got me buggin' boy
You bring me so much joy
You got me open boy
And I'ma save myself for you

Thank you, thank you
'98, and we won't stop
Nah nah, nah, nah, heh, heh, heh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Missy, Misdemeanor