{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!)