The female rapper, LIV, is one of the many women that could be “Becky with the good hair“.
|Liv Sorry Mrs Carter Lyrics|
Becky could also be model Claudia Scheelen. In 2013, Mirror reported that Jay-Z purchased drinks for the model while they were at Antwerp’s Magic nightclub.
|Claudia Scheelen Jay-Z|
LIV Sorry Mrs Carter Lyrics
You know what, I’m gonna respect you
But since you crossed over into my lane, it’s time to check it
Your man, he likes model chicks
He likes all-naturally flawless model chicks like me
What up, Jay? What up, Wayne?
Check his videos, I ain’t playin’
I make songs about my life and style
Not knowing it would end up in Life and Style
Got my name in the news saying things I ain’t do
Side-chick never, mistress who?
Y’all misinformed, got it misconstrued
Be a lonely chick before I be a number two
Be damned if I don’t, be damned if I do
Fuck fucking to the top, me and Jay never screwed
We connected on some hip-hop shit
He could be hisself with me and he dig that shit
Us two attracted like some mag-a-nets
And us crossing paths was no accident
When I stepped out his life, I took a piece of his heart
I know he still close his eyes and see me in the dark
I bet he wish I just stayed and played my part
Imagining what could have been with no regards
If I was worshiping him like he was a god
If I had been that type of chick desperate to get on
Could have been close friends but more than friends
Could have been his artist, Rita Ora ‘nem
I’m sorry, Ms. Carter
I am for real
When the Rémy’s in his system ain’t no telling
Will he thug’em, will he fuck’em? Love’em then he leave’em
Treat’em like he’s street cause he don’t fucking eat them
I don’t agree with him but I ain’t mad at that
Better them than me, I had a past
I ain’t falling to his feet, he ain’t expect that
Jiggaman, I don’t care if you rap, you gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T them
Even worse if you were broke would they still roll with you?
Wasn’t a eight-figure-nigga by the name of Jigga
Would the clown you? Would they even come around you?
I ain’t holding no grudges from my point of view
You acting nonchalant for the audience
I ain’t just another shorty you put the naughty on
You got 99 problems, I ain’t trying to be one
You got a good girl, why she messing with a bad guy?
Ha! Fuck you doing with a rap guy?
Down to ride until the very end
He never kiss you, never hold your hand
He’s a pimp by blood, not relation
I’m ringing the alarm, cause I overstand
Girls can’t run the world fighting over men
All my single ladies better keep in mind
When them tables turn, you gon’ be the wife
And I hope you except my apology but on some real shit
It’s time to tell these young girls some real shit
Tell them how you became the wife
You out here telling them how to surfboard
Come on now, surfboards?
Monica Lewinsky? You a married woman
Why don’t you tell these girls how to be wives?
(Because you ain’t teach them better)
Why don’t you tell these girls how to act around your husband?
(Cause you ain’t teach them better)
Why don’t you talk to these young ladies? They need you
Somebody has to change it – if you won’t, I will
(Yes Liv Can) Yes Liv Can, the invasion has begun