Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on
By my word 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 doo-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 don't run 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 f*ckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bi*h,
Check what I've been through
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Who's that girl?
La...
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 sh*t,
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 sh*t?
You go the best here
Come on try your luck shorty,
I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't 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?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Uh, yo power moves
Is made everyday
By this thorough bi**h
I'm a get this bank anyway
That I do this sh*t
I was born to shine
While most of y'all
Was borderline bullsh*t
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,
F*ck what you bought her
He spend, you owe,
That's what mommy taught her
So hardball 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 bi**h swallow it up,
While I shove it down
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...
Who's that girl?
La...
Eve's that girl
La...