[Verse 1: Amy (with Nick)]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle; sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'
Yup, yup! That stuff look like a toupé
I get what you get in 10 years, in 2 days
(Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get), what would you say?
He wax it on and off, Mr. Miyagi
And 'em suicide doors, Hari-Kari

[Hook: Karmin]
Look at me now
Look at me now, oh
I'm gettin' paper!
Look at me now, oh
Look at me now, yeah-yeah-yeah!
Fresher than a muh... what?!

[Verse 2: Amy]
Little jigga bigger than gorilla
Cause I'm tryin' to kill every jigga that tryn' to be on my stuff
Better cuff your man if you with him
I can't get him cause he accidentally slip and fall on my crack
Oops, I said "on my crack", I ain't really mean to say "on my crack"
But since we're talkin' about my crack
All you haters say hi to that
[Interlude: Amy (Nick)]
I'm done...
No, really though, I'm not done!
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(Let's go!)

[Verse 2: Amy]
Cause I feel like I'm running
And I feel like a gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day
See, they don't really really wanna pop me
Just know that you'll never stop me
And I know I can be a little cocky
Ooh! You ain't never gonna flop me
Every time I come a jigga gotta set it
Then I got it going, then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow it, and then I'm gonna shudder
Any little thing the jigga think that he'd be doin'
Cause it doesen't matter, cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da
Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything
A-badaboom, badabing, I gotta do a lot of things
And make it clearer to a couple of jiggas that I'm always winnin'
And I gotta get it again and again and again
And I be doin' it to death and now I move a little foul
A jigga better call a ref, and everybody know my style
Jiggas know that I'm the best when it come to doin' this
And I be bangin' on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more, and I will never gave you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next?
See, the way we on it, when we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go don't try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in
And always gotta do it, take it to another place
Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it, I gotta cut through all this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it!
[Hook]

Man, forget these haters! How ya'll doin?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid
I go dumb like The Three Stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the stuff
No pollution, no substitution
Now I'm chillin' playin' movies in my jacuzzi, fruit is juicy
I never gave a damn about a hater
Got money on my radar, dress like a skater
Got a big house, came with an elevator
You jiggas ain't eatin', go tell a waiter
Marley said "shoot 'em" and I said okay
You on that bullsh-- I'm like "¡olé!"
Don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your boyfriend a freak like Cirque du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm outta my head, yo, I'm outta my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain't hotter than mine
Nope, not on my time, not even tryin'
What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five!
And if they trippin' forget 'em, five
Ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite in a private flight
Yo, I been tight since guiding light
And my pocket's white, my diamond's white
My momma's nice and my daddy's gone
Yo, please be scared, cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while, I was like "no trial"
I puts it down, I'm so Young Money
You got eyes, look at me now, oh!
[Hook]

[Outro: Amy]
Okay...
Okay!
Is that right?!
I'm fresher than a muh--what?