[Verse 1: Gravy]
Dirty Money be a team, weed bricks and trip' beams
Lambos with beamers, Ruger tucked by the penis
In my borough we hold it down hotter than Phoenix
I got a 40-Cal, cope two bricks for forty thou
Find me in St. Lucia, blowin' on some kiki
Totin' a Ruger, Mob Stars what's it to you?
Nicki Minaj, she the future
Fresh outta Jamaica, Holabird suitcase with the paper
Silencers to help you meet your maker
No burial, cremator, we don't give 'em ultimatums
My life is like Satan, even God couldn't save him
I'm in the Chrysler on the highway racin' the Viper
Scope with the beam hittin' n***as like sniper
Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
Hold your head up for all my n***as that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese, crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much n***as I got arthritis
I got the magic touch and I ain't talkin' 'bout Midas
Divided companies, little weaklings minus the minors
Get a mule to put half a brick in her vagina
And go down South to Carolina
The come back up and flip pounds of marijuana
Motherfuckers, truck full of llamas

[Hook∶ Gravy]
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me n***a, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me n***a, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
[Verse 2∶ Nicki Minaj]
I used to be a effin' baby like Weezy
Seen me with the n***a Gravy, now they hate me
Fuckin' with Minaj, lil mama, ain't the thang to do
I been hot since your hat had a kangaroo
And I keep a good bar, like a can of brew
So it's Mrs. Goodbar, no thanks to you
Fendi call the fight club, tell 'em that the match on
Who the fuck I gotta done before they catch on?
I'm the one bitch, I ain't never stutter
The toast I'mma run with never need a butter
Queens on the map, yeah, Queens is back
First bitch to talk smack about Queens get yacked
C'mon, I take trips out of town with bricks
Got surveillance on the whips, they behind the six
But I got the kind of face that will make the jacks
Say alright, lil mama, I'mma get you a break
Then I set up shop where they coppin' them thangs
Gotta to keep the hidden cam on top of the range
I'm the head honcho, get work from papi
And dead pancho, couldn't ID the body
So they said John Doe, got hit up with the shotty
And his Bed-Stuy ho

[Hook∶ Gravy]
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me n***a, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
This how it has to be, rap with me, soldier
I got that purple with me n***a, let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas