Yo yo yo
They wanna know
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Can I turn you
on by my
word's spell
Look into
my eyes
think I
want you
can't tell
Me I keep
it sexy
daddy so
I can't fail
Keep it gangsta
for the cowards
so I give 'em
hell
Call me misfit
lips spit a gang
of trash
Wrist glist now
cause I make
a gang of cash
Light glance
still street
with the do-rag
Slang spit game
change speech
how they do that
Watch they
mouths drop
watch the crowds
pop up and
act out
Broads with the
screw face
smash on and
knock out
Ain't changed
game around me
I run the game
If I gotta
keep it gritty
so be it
I'm supposed
to change
Like simple
dizzy broads
ain't messin'
with my mental
Natural born
hustlin' bitch
check what
I've been through
Got mine took
it from you
and now you
slot mine
Exec to
my own shit
dawg I ownin'
dot coms'
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Yo yo
I can understand
why you're
scared of Eve
Thought I did
it one way
ain't prepared
for me
Huh
mad cause
an image
I don't care
to be
Realness
real shit
spit reality
Attitude rude
that's the
Philly in I
Need me
in the game
I'm the thrill
in your life
Breath of
fresh air
Little boys
hang me on
their wall
I grow 'em
chest hair
Why you listenin
to other shit
You go the
best here
Come on try
your luck shorty
I got the
rest scared
Bet you anything
you aint ready
and you get
left there
Ain't known for
frontin' vouch
for my behavior
Same way they
get down
I get down
for this paper
Sixteen lean
from my pence
so you can
test her
Still need to know
who I am then
cop the record
Take it like
a class on me
and learn
the lesson
Bottom line
my world
my way any
questions
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
power moves
is made everyday
by this
thorough bitch
I'mma get
this bank anyway
that I do
this shit
I was born
to shine while
most of y'all
was borderline
bullshit
Know exactly what
I want from me
you cats
is clueless
Dispose the flow
through my hands
like water
Heat starts
growing from
my son or
my daughter
Eve want her
own cash
fuck what you
bought her
He spend
you owe
that's what mommy
taught her
All ball is played
won't starve today
Song after song
I write so
I get paid
Thought I wasn't
followin' up with
the second round
Now bitch swallow
it up while
I shut it down
Make em love me
over again and
over your name
Betcha they get
over your style
and over your fame
Why you lookin
sad at me
I ain't the blame
Back to plan B
baby I can
feel your pain
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl
Who's that girl
Eve's that girl