(Chorus)

We got plenty cars

Pull up to the club they know who we are

We gotta couple bottles we buy the bar

Terror Squad be the clique, tell em who you are

Me, I'm Remy Ma

See I'm a dime nevermind the scar

The Queen of NY dont make me pull ya card

Bitch I don't give a fuck imma superstar now

[Verse 1:Remy Ma]

Me, I'm a serious problem

Reminisce if you nasty Ms.Martin

I'm the type to beg your pardon

Flowers on the casket , [?]

Me, a certified Bronx Bomber

Castle Hill residence straight out the projects

5'9, brown eyes, skin chocolate

My hair half blue and half blonde bitch

Me, I'm super paid

And I do is Malibu and haze

I'm that bitch that'll catch you backstage

Saying bitch told you take off the Gucci shades

Me, I be where they sip lean at

Hot girl of the summer make ya niggas lean back

First lady of the squad Murda Mami, TS

Take a pull up in the car

And the size of my Rims are older than me

And I'm 22 going on 23

Ain't a need for cash cuz I don't pay for shit

Security see my face and valet my whip

Rem!

Me I'm nothing like the average see

You a bad girl, me I'm a bad bitch

And now that we got that established

Yall can stop askin how I feel about female rappers

Me, I don't really give a fuck see

And you dont wanna rump with bumbaclot me

Whether it's for free or a hunnid G's

Or your imaginary but it's got GT

Me, I'm in the hood with a hoodie on

On the run getting eating getting my Sam Goodie on

And I'm looking so good , homie got a Woody on

Either I'm so right or these hoes are really wrong

Me, See I'm quick to say that anytime you can get it

Not only can I rhyme I'm photogenic

And everybody got camera phones so the windows tinted

The rims is spinning but you gotta stare and if not it looks like I'm floating

I call video hoes ghost its like they not there

I gets the paper so i dont care