[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

Remy Ma is that bitch

Plus the camp is here

When I come through call me kiss cause the champ is here

These bitches kill me claiming that they best

Bet you take that bass out ya voice when I cave ya chest

Your 15 minutes of fame been came and left

And I just started bubbling yall bitches are in trouble man

One phone call and you finished cuz my squad stay on the double

Man we got cannons, handguns and toys that go blam-o-blam

I dont think ya mans and dem' understand that

When my boys get tight they'll pop like a rubberband

And you when you get shot its gone shock all ya other mans

Like when SDot brought in JL that SummerJam see

I'm Remy Ma see to tell the truth I dont give a fuck

I do all yall bitches like I did that chick in Lady Duck

Sleazy, I swear to God it's too easy but

I can't stop now the industry needs me nigga

(Chorus: Remy + Fat Joe)

You wanna get it poppin bitches?

Ok Lets get it on

U wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then?

Well lets get it on

It cost u 20 just to hear her spit (Listen)

Terror Squad I know you fearing this

C'mon Lets get it on

U wanna get it popping bitches

Ok lets get it on

You wanna see Remy just pop a bitch then?

Well lets get it on

Rusty opps or a hollow tip

Cockback and swallow it

Remy been a problem bitch

Now Remy making profits nigga

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]

A few years ago I was really tryna be lenient

Since yall acting like fried chickens I'ma do yall greasy

Believe me Remy is of the heazy I run shit round here

Like my name was M-Easy

Ain't a need for u to ask where Rem been

You know I'm getting guap , when the face of my watches spinning

I got BET all on me, MTV calling me

The cover of the XXL, and The Source see

The Vibe is next, they signing checks left and right

Everyday I'm catching flights was in LA last night Miami this morning

See I can go thru any weather , curls got me G-foreign

So when I say I gets fly

I really be getting fly

Smoking haze on the plane or then really I'm getting high

And you just be getting by looking for a handout

Stop Hummer stunting you frontin let the can hang out nigga

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]

Look Pun opened the door and now I'm in it

Terrors the squads and cook coke Cracks the lieutenant

I always thought of Remy Martin as a sergeant

But I'm cool being a kernel cuz now I'm poppin'

I spit so butter I'm still so gutter

Switched up and still flows like no other

I'm like yea yea yeah lean back

I'm in a NY state of mind stressed , like where the fuck the pheens at?

Cuz I got that crack

And I ain't talking bout a pack

See my niggas gone dont make me have to bring em back

I'm reppin the X, T-s on my chest

That nigga wildn and ride em N yes emto death

So we can go to war see

Thats a true story

I got niggas with weather millas that kill and shoot for me

And I dont hate cha but

When you on the top of New york you tend to do things of that nature