Miss Independent - Acapella

(Uh, pop me Perc', got the power, uh, uh, yeah, Powr up)

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh-woah, oh, oh)

It's shit you on that I don't care to see, oh-woah (oh, woah-woah-woah)

You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)

If it's not yo' cake, then I don't want a piece

Seat back on the plane with the one champagne, yeah, I had to book that flight

You wanna do private jets, never take what I say on board, you ain't doin' it right (huh?)

I think I've been too polite so nowadays I'm movin' precise (huh)

'Cause if love is a losin' game, then you know I ain't losin' twice (never)

Trust, she wants to be my wife, my boo for life

I told her I'm too busy for the bad vibes, I'm only comin' around if the mood is right (trust)

Last time, she made me spend my savings, who knows what I'm gonna do this time (huh?)

I'm in Boobytrap, my guy needs a visa, he's tryna choose him a wife (ha)

Leonardo DiCaprio, I brought sand to the beach, it's a movie tonight

Sexy

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh-woah, oh, oh)

It's shit you on that I don't care to see, oh-woah (oh, woah-woah-woah)

You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)

If it's not yo' cake, then I don't want a piece

Brr, brr, sexy

She's got expensive taste

Went Dover Street 'cause the ends is bait

Van Cleef her, we're back to her place

Tryin' to beat them bail like a pendin' case

Looked at my phone, see bare missed calls

But I'm deepin' sides, so my friends can wait (ha)

How's she got me ignorin' the G's?

Got a rudeboy takin' walks on the beach

Supposed to be out there makin' P's

I'm here holdin' hands like Torvill and Dean (aight)

Told my agent, "Talk is cheap"

But quarter mil' is my figure of speech (greaze)

New pussy good, new pussy good

But the home pussy make you feel jiggy and sweet

Can't lie man, I gotta respect it still

She work hard, she got her own money

Miss independent, pays the bills

Intelligence, sex appeal

I don't need a gun 'cause she's dressed to kill (bap-bap)

Can't wait 'til we get to chill

Next birthday I might spend a mil'

Shit got hard and she kept it real

I never used to believe in love

Then you showed me it's suttin' I'm meant to feel (trust)

When I could do no wrong in your eyes

And you could never put a foot wrong in them heels (my guy)

Said some unforgivable things, and I'm still waitin' for them scars to heal

If I could rewind time, I'd do it all again, no lyin', my darg, for real

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh-woah, oh, oh)

And who are you to me?

It's shit you on that I don't care to see, oh-woah (oh, woah-woah-woah)

(Your call has been forwarded to the automated voicemail)

You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)

Tried to call, but, boy, you don't be pickin' up

If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece

Oh, baby