A.M.P (All My People)

It's M. I. A., yeah, Yeah. Hey. Don't bring me down there. Don't bother botherin' me. You can't take me. You want me, pay me. You can't ta-tat me. You can't biggie me. I got a bikini with a wickini backway. They wanna stop me. Galliano sack me. I keep on comin' back like your freakin' acne. I am proactive, brand new perspective. Back on emactive, matchin' red lipstick. Baby got back, I got front. You got a stack, I got a trunk. You got some junk, throw it in the bank. You think you get it, then this ain't what You think. All my people say. All my people say. I'm not on seven, I'm on eleven. The difference is kinda like Devon and Yemen. When I got on man, I say, "Yeah, Man." I open up the club and fill it Strictly full of women. My mom would go to church, she says, "Amen." She also says, "Why are men teamin' up with Demons?" I love more men, they all take me Heaven. I can't keep myself in check like a Mormon. Baby got back, I got front. You got a stack, I got a trunk. You got some junk, throw it in the bank. You think you get it, then this ain't what You think. All my people say. All my people say. Can't be got, I'ma suck the dog. I fight the boss, I free up a lot Like Chinese chop shop. Put it in your pop pop. Encrypt and code it and I put it on Your laptop. Bubblah pop pop in my new Volvo. Eat a head up and I gon' blow the Body up. This is a meteor, we don't need No media. Feel it, reel it, pull it, We gon' light the city up. We gon' light the city up. All my People say. All my people say. All my people say. All my people say. All my people say.