Solé is a former female rap artist from America. She first came on the scen… Read Full Bio ↴Solé is a former female rap artist from America. She first came on the scene as a guest artist on JT Money's hit US single 'Who Dat' in 1999. She possesses a powerful voice and scored 2 minor hits in the US with '4,5,6' Feat JT Money & Kandi, and 'It Wasn't Me' Featuring her husband Ginuwine. Her album, Skin Deep was certified gold, as was the single '4,5,6'. Collaborated with e.g. Kane & Abel, Ginuwine and Tech N9ne.

Accurate Math
Solé Lyrics

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Go bananas if you lickin' my split with the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix
Have my money accurate
I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit

Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss
And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp
Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit

Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous

I like hard and stiff can you handle it?
Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
Independent woman, so you don't have to trip
Baby, we can go dutch half pay for it

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

Yo we number one for months, you tryin' to catch up like hunch
Yo we up front and personal, I heard ya label jerkin' you
Feel like hurtin' who, Lord have mercy on you
Only female out the crew

5' 6" and petite rockin' baby blue and the navy two times two
With twenties on it, get up on it
You want it but they ain't no how, Bitch Brigade, I'm fittin' Cal
Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks

I take my hails off, you takin' dirt naps, I heard that
Make you work pass ATL home of the lats
Bringing real hip hop back now who can top that
Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

You don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's
You don't wanna make me put my hands up
Get yo man what?

You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo
And you shit out of luck, open up and meet these nuts
Now you lumped up for what

Talkin' out ya lip, now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss
Rappin' ain't yo style you need to switch
Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this
What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist
I'm rollin' dice make 'em clap to this

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money, hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no

Make 'em clap to this, make 'em
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this, make 'em
Make 'em, make 'em clap to this

Make 'em clap to this, make 'em

Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
...

Overall Meaning

The song Accurate Math by Sole is a confident rap about her success in the music industry and her independent, no-nonsense attitude towards relationships. The lyrics are full of metaphors and wordplay, showcasing the artist's skill as a wordsmith. She compares her voice to an orgasmic mix and her style of rapping to burning tracks like a candle. She emphasizes her desire for accurate accounting of money and not wanting anyone to flip (meaning to lose control) over it. She also boasts about her physical attractiveness, with real nails, sexy lips, and a petite frame. The song includes a feature from Kandi Burruss who sings the chorus, emphasizing that Sole is not motivated by money and does not need anyone else's financial support.

Overall, the song celebrates Sole's independence and success, and her refusal to conform to traditional gender roles or societal pressures to be a money-hungry female. It is a powerful statement of self-assurance and confidence, and encourages listeners to embrace their own inner strength and abilities.

Line by Line Meaning

Go bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six
I'm so good that you'll lose your mind if you taste me and my fancy car

Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix
My voice is even more seductive than nude calendar models and sounds like an orgasm

Have my money accurate
Make sure you pay me exactly what you owe me

I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit
I don't want my crew to turn on me or start trouble

Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss
I'm natural and irresistible to you

And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp
Get my boys to handle the situation if someone disrespects me

Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit
I'm at the game, watching court-side even though there may be some illegal things happening

Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous
I'm making crazy money and it's adding up fast

I like hard and stiff can you handle it?
I have high expectations and standards, can you meet them?

Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
I make music that is hot and will leave a lasting mark

Independent woman so you don't have to trip
I am a self-sufficient woman and don't need anyone's help

Baby we can go dutch half pay for it
Let's split the bill evenly and each pay our own way

We can do anything that you want to do
We have complete freedom to make our own choices

Go any place that you want to go
We can travel wherever we please

I ain't no money hungry hoe
I'm not after your money, I can take care of myself

Sole' don't need ya dough no no
I don't need your money, no way

Yo we number one for months
I have been at the top of the charts for a long time

You tryin to catch up like hunch
Others are trying to catch up to my success

Yo we up front and personal
I'm in the spotlight and everyone knows me

I heard ya label jerkin you
Your record label is not treating you fairly

Feel like hurtin who
I feel like taking revenge on those who have wronged me

Lord have mercy on you
I hope that you find peace and forgiveness

Only female out the crew
I'm the only woman in my group

5'6" and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two
I'm a small woman wearing a stylish blue outfit

With twenties on it, get up on it
I have money to spend and want to flaunt it

You want it but they ain't no how
You want what I have, but can't have it

Bitch brigade, I'm fittin' Cal
I'm with my friends who are strong and we can handle anything

Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks
My music is so good that other female rappers feel intimidated

I take my hails off, you takin dirt naps, I heard that
I take my life seriously, while others don't seem to be doing anything productive

Make you work pass ATL home of the lats
I'm so successful that you have to work harder than me just to keep up

Bringing real Hip Hop back now who can top that
I'm reviving true Hip Hop and no one can do it better

Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at
Others need to acknowledge that we are the best and where are my supporters?

You don't really want to face me
You're not ready for what I have to offer

I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's
I had to defend myself against another woman in a department store

You don't want to make me put my hands up
You don't want to start a physical altercation with me

Get yo man what?
Come at me, what are you going to do?

You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
My crew and I will not back down and we'll bring our truck to intimidate you

He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo
Your man was a coward and now it's just you and me

And you shit out of luck
You're out of luck and have no chance against me

Open up and meet these nuts
Let me show you what I'm capable of

Now you lumped up for what
Now look at what you've gotten yourself into

Talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss
You're talking too much and the next thing you'll taste is medicine for your injuries

Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch
You're not cut out for rap, you should try something else

Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this
Look at the charts, I'm number one

What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist
I'm the best and everyone knows it

I'm rollin dice make 'em clap to this
I'm taking chances and making great music that people will love

Make 'em clap to this
My music is so good that people will applaud it

Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
People can't resist my music and will show their appreciation

repeat till fade
Keep playing my music over and over again

Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROGER GREENE, RASHAD SMITH, COLIN FITZROY WOLFE, OMAR WOMACK, Colin Wolfe

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