Missy Elliott — All N My Grill

[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, hit me [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't explain, you never change Same old thang, same old game Say ya want to be wit' me But show me my ring, baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit' me [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Why you all 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, me know) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, don't say it to me 'Cause I know I'm in control See, Trix are for kids, and boo, I'm too old Go 'head with your games Don't ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me I'm the best thing in history [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] 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) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh, yeah) [Bridge 1: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I don't know what's wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (Oh yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Missy Elliott & Nicole Wray] Why you all in my grill? (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills? (Can you pay my bills? Yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) 'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill? Can you pay my bills? (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) 'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Bridge 2: Missy Elliott & Big Boi] If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Where's my money? Where's my clothes? If you want me, where's my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? (Aight, uh) Where's my money? Where's my clothes? [Verse 3: Big Boi] Why you all in my grill? I'm thinkin' it's time to chill Yeah, but you wanna drill, though I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin' to kill my ho, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It ain't my fault you gave me your Victoria's Secret's And your Frederick's You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedric's, to entertain you To give you to the "G", and never claim you Me and Missy, we gettin' straight pissy And oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too You blamin' who? You namin' who? I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax G pretty D, are they same, boo But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me 'Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boucher yo' ass, G Yeah, yeah, huh