"Label Me" lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I been called so many things
Been called a "diva gold-digger" some say I'm just plain mean
So funny how people think they know me
That's that girl with R. Kelly and she signed to Kanye
Why do they feel they need to label me?
When, half of them don't even know my name
And, half of them don't even know that I sing
Well then let me just enlighten on just who I be

If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me
Call me Gucci, Call me Prada
Call me Christian Louboutin
Yeah, I'm a Birkin Bag bitch
To you it's Ms. Louis Vuitton
Who likes to Jimmy Choo-choo
Through the venue to Milan
Thought diamonds was your part
That's the level that I'm on
If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me
Hey, hey, hey, hey

How come a girl can't have expensive things?
Girl, her man bought that car
Don't he play ball overseas?
How come I can't just have my own money?
And by the way, his money is my money
I bet you're thinking that I'm Hollywood (yeah)
When naturally I'm just misunderstood (yeah)
And naturally I'm just a girl from the hood
Who takes records and then mix them the way that they should

If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me (Me)
Call me Gucci, Call me Prada
Call me Christian Louboutin
Yeah, I'm a Birkin Bag bitch
To you it's Ms. Louis Vuitton
Who likes to Jimmy Choo-choo
Through the venue to Milan
Thought diamonds was your part (Aye, yeah, yeah)
That's the level that I'm on
If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me

C'mon let's go
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Well I'm Syleena (hey)
So get it right
Oh, I'm the one that's gon' help you see the light (Ooh)
That if you're with it, don't fight
There's not many that can handle my shine, oh
If you gon' label me, baby, you better give me my credit (Yeah)
If you gon' label me, baby, you better give me my credit (Yeah)
If you gon' label me, baby, you better give me my credit (Yeah)
If you gon' label me, baby, you better give me my credit
Label me "baddest chick on the planet" and don't you forget it

If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me (Me)
Call me Gucci, Call me Prada
Call me Christian Louboutin
Yeah, I'm a Birkin Bag bitch
To you it's Ms. Louis Vuitton
Who likes to Jimmy Choo-choo
Through the venue to Milan
Thought diamonds was your part
That's the level that I'm on
If you're gonna keep calling me out of my name
Then you better come correct with how you're labeling me