[Verse]

You be yellin' boom-boom when you really pum-pum

See, my flow hotter than noon in June, June (Kyuh)

If Biggie was alive, he'd sign me

I'm the New Edition, like Bobby and Ronnie (Word)

Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani

And I don't need Clyde, I'm a boss, fuck a Bonnie, ya dig? (Fuck out of here)

Religious like the preachers (Ugh), I came to warn you (Uh-huh)

Listen bitches, I'm the teacher, go sit in the corner (Kyuh)

How many times I gotta spit 'til they know that I'm the bitch?

I'm flyer than a maggot, I'm on some shit

First they love you, then they switch

Yeah, they switch like faggots

That is why I keep the llamas in Gabanna's fabrics (I'm the shit)

Should be in Pampers, like Markie Biz's

Give anybody the business, like her's and his'es

'Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches

You know them asalamalakum, them Persian bitches?

And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes

Goddamn, ain't even pregnant, but I'm birthin' bitches

'Cause I got flavor, like that girl Deelishis

Stop actin' like you a killer, with all them girly disses, bitches

I ain't Johnny, but my, my, my-y-y

She want it with me, tell her affi bloodclaat try-y-y

You ain't thorough, I'm the truth, you a li-i-ie

My whole borough yellin' out boom, bye by-y-ye

'Cause when I seen her, she was shakin' in her boots (Word?)

When Nicki came through, she was throwin' up the deuce (Oh)

Slapped her, then I asked her what's my name, she said, "N-I-C"

The President of the NYC, you dead wrong

[Chorus]

These bitches is sprung, you got it goin' on (Ya dead wrong)

Ayo Nick', ya dead wrong (Ya dead wrong)

These bitches is bums, you got it goin' on (Ya dead wrong)

Ayo Nick', ya dead wrong

[Outro]

Okay, kyuh, Dirty Money, nigga, what?

Uh-huh, uh-huh, listen

When I do it it's done, and God did it, I won, nigga

I'm dead wrong

My nigga Patty to the dop', nigga, Catty to the coupe, nigga (Kyuh)

Ya dead wrong

Nigga, Diggs on the board, oh Lord, he on the board, nigga

Ya dead wrong

Let's go, I got's to bust my shoulders off on this one

Like, rest in peace B.I.G., my nigga Stack Bundles

'Cause ya dead wrong, ya dead wrong (Kyuh)