{Intro: Nicki Minaj]
It's the motherfuckin' queen (30 you a fool for this one)
[Verse 1:Lil Kim]
Everywhere I go red carpet
Gave the keys to valet tell 'em to park it
Then I jumps out the Azure, a Lil' Kim aura
Girls making faces like Ace Ventura
And my B-A-D G-I-R-L-S is in the stretch LX
Ain't shit you can tell us
Even got some of these n***as jealous
But tonight ain't about the fellas
Bvlgari perfume from a mile ya smell us
Model agencies say it's easy to sell us
We got sex appеal, I'mma keep it real
If I didn't have a deal I'd still bе worth a mill', uh
Depending on how I feel I might go on a heist
So at my wedding I can throw ice instead of throwing rice
We fly like kites never gettin' into fights
I got a whole bunch of dikes on ninja bikes
[Verse 2:Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, throw that bag, I'm a bad lil' bitch, n***a
Got every ex n***a mad and they big bitter
Diamonds on the chain, blingin' off my tits, n***a
I hit his phone, he gon' curve her like a pitch, n***a (Ooh)
Word to me, pussy good, so he been hooked (Mmm)
If he got seen out with me, it's a big look
Word to Pop, body smokin' like a big blunt
Some big dick only thing that a bitch want
Left the lot with a big body, thick thot
All my n***as in the spot, you could get got
This that .40 vaccine, you could get shot
Since you wanna be stuntin' like a big shot (Brr)
I came back bitches flows still boring
I said damn, man go back to whoring
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot! Oh
But on the real, I'm in album mode
Just dropped this freestyle before these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound!
When I come back they better not make a sound!
[Verse 3:Cardi B]
I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
From the block to the tick-tock in the Patek watch
Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc
Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
Wealthy now, but every dollar, I still want it all
Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all
Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol
Travel all around the states getting nice checks
I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
Is that the reason all these n***as wanna pipe next?
I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet
Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
I worked hard, took the right steps, had a shot
So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest
[Verse 4:Megan Thee Stallion]
Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie (Go bitch)
Run up, and get done up, so you bitches better not test me (Bow, bow bow)
Big ol' ass poppin', yeah I'm bad and she bad too
Clique full of haters, yeah you mad, your friend mad too (Ah)
I ain't fightin' with these hoes, I'm a rich bitch (Bitch)
Hair long, nails long, VVs on my neck bitch (Necklace)
If you wanna beef with me, I hope you got that fee for me
Foot up on they necks, make it hard for hoes to speak to me (Shh)
Your hoes better not fuck with my best friend
'Cause if she don't like you bitch, then I don't like you either (Yeah, ah)
I know some hoes talkin' shit but quiet when we see 'em (Shh)
They try to act like they ain't like me, now they wanna link up, ah
[Verse 5:Asian Doll]
Nut up on his face tell him Mask Off
Any bitch got a problem we could match off
Shawty said she was real, take that Mac off
Same city, same hood, bitch you mad fraud
Fuck him in the telly watching Belly, ay
Asian pissed on a bitch like R. Kelly, ay
It's so hot I took the party, playing Nelly, ay
He put ice around my neck to make him jealous, ay
Running through the game with no cheat codes
Bad bitch in designer, she a freak hoe
Money over n***as, bitch that's been the memo
Left a n***a, damn bad, how you take those?
You ain't sliding, you ain't riding, bitch
You ain't popping, you ain't sticking on a fly bitch
Get money in my sleep, flying private
Snipers on the roof, killers move in silence
Ay, pop out, n***a we can rock out
You ain't seen no m's, they used to laugh and now I'm up now
Fendi cost some thousands, forty racks'll break a bae down
Bitch ain't seen no money, when she leave she get a pat down
[Verse 6:Remy Ma]
My swag, my flow, I stole it back
They mad, too bad, my shows is packed
My town, my crown, I really rap
I'm home, my throne, I spoil you that
When the bitch was gone, they was really playin' with it
I was sittin' listenin', like, "They ain't even sayin' shit!"
Now the real is back, I see they all tryna change and shit
But it's really too late now, I'm goin' back (Go!)
One of these bitches, two of these bitches gotta die
Three of these bitches, four of these bitches gonna cry
Five of these bitches poppin' pills, they high
Six bird bitches, none of them get fly
See, I don't wanna hear about your records and big numbers
‘Cause I was up top seven winters and six summers
Cuffed, all in that bus, locked me all the way down
Now I'm all the way up
[Outro]
(I said, woo!)