[Intro: Ms Banks]
Yo
I go by the name of Ms Banks
And I represent all the real chicks
Staying true to themself
True to their word
Getting money
But what I can't take is these fake chicks
Acting like they're about it
Or like they're on shit
Like really?
Really?

[Verse 1: Ms Banks]
Really, really, really, really, really, really
Chickens talk tough, better get it popping like a jilly
If you want it blud, I'ma slap a motherfucker silly
Waste specimen, your daddy should'a wore a jimmy
[?] n***a, I'm just saving up my pennies
Pound, pound, dollars, yeah I wanna see many
Just a brown chick that's about shit
And my shape coke bottle with a kick like Henny
Fuck's wrong with these dumb fucks
Hear word or get fucked up
I feel like these n***as be testing me
We can get swinging like nunchucks
Dunno why I let shit phase me
When they're stiff and I'm fucking wavey
I'm just doing me, so they wanna hate
How you got energy to hate when you're fucking lazy?