| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty | 
| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many | 
| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many | 
| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me | 
| Yes I talk shit, and we tost middle finger | 
| Speed off bad bitch | 
| Big benz get money fuck friends | 
| Get your elevate, out in DC | 
| I met the finish line what a game inz | 
| With my top off in my spaceship | 
| I’m looking 3D I meet your face bitch | 
| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty | 
| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many | 
| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many | 
| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause. | 
| I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing | 
| I’m so sick I need something the ceiling | 
| Take a seat y’all I’m in the building | 
| My times up bitches, I’m in the building | 
| Hands in the air, round of applause | 
| Hands in the air I just shut it down | 
| Hands in the air round of applause | 
| Hands in the air I just shut it down | 
| I skull on my time fin the talk sleep | 
| If I ain’t the baddest bitch you can s*ck a dick | 
| Deep rollie, suga coddie, you know I roll it | 
| You know I through it up on whacks, so work it on it | 
| The bitch independent, come or at least swag | 
| Kim Kay curves, we trip kay bad | 
| And I ain’t got to prove myself the name bitch | 
| I’ve been making hits after hits after hits | 
| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty | 
| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many | 
| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many | 
| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause. | 
| I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing | 
| I’m so sick I need something the ceiling | 
| Take a seat y’all I’m in the building | 
| My times up bitches, I’m in the building | 
| Hands in the air, round of applause | 
| Hands in the air I just shut it down | 
| Hands in the air round of applause | 
| Hands in the air I just shut it down | 
| P**sy on this nigga he came back to me | 
| With a plate full of fame he said it’s all for me | 
| I ain’t' wanna be a rapper can’t came to me | 
| You bitches tryin too hard, it ain’t a thing for me | 
| I’ve been whipping exotic, till your flights to a rise | 
| Lands course to the goddess, bitch you know I’m the hottest | 
| Now I’m addicted to rapping, this bitches they all rapping | 
| 'cause now I’m back in the building, and it feels like I’m trapping | 
| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty | 
| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many | 
| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many | 
| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me |