Queen Latifah — Mr. Big Stuff

[Chorus, Shades] Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are Oh yeah, tell me You're never gonna make me cry [Verse 1, Free] You’re begging me to go easy when I hitcha But I never do, like a crane I come and splitcha Break your bank in 2, y'all get the picture Marvel at the power I gain, still counting the days Articles written about the ways That I scammed him, got him, beat him, hooked him And less is still made about how this little girl shook him I took him for everything they had, the kitchen sink I got him making appointments to the town shrink Don't question my status, executive it’s evident I'm the one holding the bag counting dead presidents All the evidence is leading back to nowhere, I swear Detecting me's a waste Free be gone without a trace, no case That's how I leave 'em, stressing, guessing Renigging ain't no use, fessing all the truth So the next time that you're dogging my fame Just remember I'm the one who signs the checks in your name [Chorus] Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are Oh yeah, tell me You’re never gonna make me cry (Verse 2, Queen Latifah) Making a killing off my dealings Now they catching feelings Start blowing up the spot, now here come the glass ceiling I ain’t new but I gotta dishes And telling the ability to bring it to cuition, that's why you dissing You frontin’ like my ideas is yours or so score They got laws against that, I done seen them scrap the poor 'Cause the penny you saved was the penny I earned And bronze done been burned I ain't Tina but it's my turn I’ll be the man after the WO That holds the flow in the position of the CEO And know your banks is getting taken like C-Lo You know I gots to get the dough so spare me the ego Before I D Bo Yous a brown noser, I know ya Peep the game of Queen maintain the composure Now I'm breaking down the whole boy network The sucky shirts get nerts when I assert [Chorus] Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are Oh yeah, tell me You're never gonna make me cry [Verse 3, Free] You too busy looking at the frame to see what the picture hold When they made me, nigga, they broke the mold Not your average itty little bitty acting silly I got too much at stake to let you think you really come to your senses The consequences ain't now joke I knew what was on your mind before you even spoke Dirty, you acting flirty and I wonder why You never look me in my face always focused on my thighs But you'll see, 'cause while you're playing dumb While I'm scheming on your office in your chairs First class up in the air They say a woman needs love, but me, I beg to differ Live as bills, excite me, I could do without the slippers Some say the macho, I'm on line to road to riches Evil don't scare me, I got the better snitches So check the situation, ain't no penetration Free and Queen La obscence, no duplication [Chorus] Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are Oh yeah, tell me You're never gonna make me cry