Verse 1
I'm the queen b*tch
Supreme b*tch
I kill a b*tch
For my n*gga
Any means b*tch
(Rah rah)
If a broke n*gga pull up imma leave b*tch
Cause I cut these niggas off E.V.E b*tch
They’re tired or broke or scamming
It's a fucking problem
(Yah Yah)
I'm a bad bitch A$AP fucking problem
(Yah Yah)
Rich b*tch flexing now I’m a f*cking problem

Bridge
This coochie got some Gucci b*tches can't spell Pucci
(Yikes)
They're loud and whyling ratchet in their fake Louis
(Yikes)
I'm not a cheap b*tch don't buy me Michael Kors
That pleather plastic heels is for the f*cking wh*res, wh*res, wh*res
Come get your b*tch and do your motherf*cking chores

Chorus
Yikes
You my type can't do it for likes
Yikes
This platinum miles on consistent flights
Yikes
Don't try to fight you gone catch a fade
My lawyer on the phone you b*tch might catch a case
X2

Verse 2
I heard that lil n*gga Uzi
Pull up got that ooowee
And his pockets real fat like my wet wet coochie
Yikes
Corona Virus got these b*tches skating on ice
Don't touch or grab me you gone have to answer to Bryce
He was like (oh?)
And I said
Can can (uh)
Can you do the
Can can
Like I can (uh)
No you can’t
All you do is scam scam
Money making b*tch
N*gga you don’t stand a chance (Yuh)
I'm a rap b*tch
I’m a bad b*tch
Not a sad b*tch
I'm a savage
I'll throw it back quick
Make a n*gga nut bust
With the thickness
Caught him off guard
With his OFF WHITE
That black Louis Virgil
Je nes parles Francais
But if you want to fly to Paris we can
Again and again and again
Just make sure when you with that n*gga he got that cash talk

Outro
Bag talk
When it comes to n*ggas ain't no money talk
Cash?
Bag talk
It’s quiet
Sssshhh