[RemyMa: Verse 1]

Remy Ma's a chef, see I be baking soda

I mixed it with the white and now they call me Coke-A-Cola

I be on that Kryptonite

You see my legs, my ass, my waist

My hips, my face, and my tits is right

I be having niggas like, damn, damn, shorty look good

Plus she really hood and she really be spittin like

She ain't never gave a fuck

Stay smoking that sticky bud

In the cut like nigga what

Twistin a vanilla Dutch

Plus I'm over in LA, blazin on that Cali weed

Then I gotta twist it in a Peach flavored Swisher Sweets. (Come on)

And when Im in the Durty

You know they bringing me goodies

Im puffin patio piff you blowing backyard boogies

Step in the place with my hoodie down

Pussies like to call cops

Never let em see my face

In case I have to send shots

Then we back up in the Benz, again, me and my friends and em

No we ain't hoes but we chiefin like we Indians

We be on that Kryptonite, you know we be gettin right

And all he wanna know, is can he take me to his crib tonight

And I'm like I'm the comma, Queen of NY comma

Remy Ma's a problem, I only fuck with drama

See I be on it on it

All night, yo I be on it on it

I be the reason that your dick is sore, when you wake up in the morning