Tight

Lyrics

[Intro: Remy Ma & Fat Joe] This is, this is, this is this, this is R to the Eazy Listen, listen, listen, listen M to the wizzeye, you so flizzye Ain't nobody fucking with my bitch, you heard me? [Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You know that neck tite You know that work tite You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite You know that pussy tite You know that ass tite (Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?) [Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me) You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me) Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me) 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me [Verse 1: Remy Ma] When you hear that "this is, this is", you know it's a hit You know it's that bitch, yeah, nigga, reminiscing Hate to tell you but this is, this is As good as it gizzit, that's no bullshizzit I stay on my grind and give bitches the business Please pay attention, li-li-listen, listen This is, this a Cool and Dre epidemic and ain't nobody fucking with any of my niggas You see Crack nice, Getty and Pras nice And even though he blow he gotta flow Tony Sunshine nice And you know that I'm nice, Pun is insane Nevy steady on the grinden callus that beats novacaine It's not the same shits gon' change quickly Blame your ghost writer 'cause he can't fuck with me, yeah Remy MAR-T-I-N, if you just spit up in the park Bitch, I want in [Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You know that neck tite You know that work tite You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite You know that pussy tite You know that ass tite (Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?) [Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me) You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me) Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me) 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me [Verse 2: Remy Ma] See, when it comes to magazine, I'm queen like Nefertiti You can catch me on the vibe, feel a vibe when you see me (Feel that) Or on the King looking sleezy I got the source all over me like big zeeti A lot of weed smoke so the picture look steamy I'm a diva so the dons and divas say they need me Got the cover of the Ave and I made it look eazy Why are you on the back of the page looking cheezy? Double XL, I turn niggas on like a TV Rockin' all different colors from lemon to kiwi I came in the game with Pun and they ain't believe me So I made them wonder like Stevie I came in with a platinum rapper like Hershey's kiss no freebies You came with a gold rapper like reeses pieces Remy Ma, rated R, y'all rated PG Thirteen worth cream, damn, I talk greezy [Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You know that neck tite You know that work tite You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite You know that pussy tite You know that ass tite (Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?) [Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me) You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me) Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me) 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me [Verse 3: Remy Ma] [?] [Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You know that neck tite You know that work tite You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite You know that pussy tite You know that ass tite (Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?) [Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me) You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me) Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me) 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me [Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You know that neck tite You know that work tite You know that bitch tite, she hold that grip tite You know that pussy tite You know that ass tite (Why don't you pull up to my bumper, baby?) [Post-Chorus: Fat Joe & Remy Ma] You want the flow that's sick (Well, that's me) You talking 'bout the coldest bitch (Well, that's me) Exclusive clothes from Italy (See, that's me) 'Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, me, me me, me, me, me