[INTRO] : Dm
[VERSE]
Dm
(What happened after New Orleans!?)
Dm
(Bitch... I'm back by popular demand!)
[HOOK]
Dm
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Dm
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Dm
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’...)
Dm
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
Dm
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
Dm
You mix that Negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
Dm
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
Dm
I like my Negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Dm
Earned all his money but they never take the country out me
Dm
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag!
Dm
Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I
Dm
Ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
Dm
I did not come to play with you hoes
Dm
I came to slay, bitch
Dm
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Dm
Oh yes, you best to believe it
[HOOK]
Dm
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Dm
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Dm
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’...)
Dm
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
Dm
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
Dm
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
Dm
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
Dm
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Dm
Earned all his money but they never take the country out me
Dm
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
Dm
I see it, I want it
Dm
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
Dm
I dream it, I work hard
Dm
I grind ‘til I own it
Dm
I twirl all my haters
Dm
Albino alligators
Dm
El Camino with the ceiling low
Dm
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Dm
Sometimes I go off, I go off
Dm
I go hard, I go hard
Dm
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
Dm
I’m a star, I’m a star
Dm
Cause I slay, slay
Dm
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, all day, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, I slay okay
Dm
We gon’ slay, slay
Dm
Gon’ slay, okay
Dm
We slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Prove to me you got some coordination
Dm
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[VERSE]
Dm
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
Dm
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
Dm
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Dm
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
Dm
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
Dm
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
Dm
You might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
Dm
I might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
[HOOK]
Dm
I see it, I want it
Dm
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
Dm
I dream it, I work hard
Dm
I grind ‘til I own it
Dm
I twirl all my haters
Dm
Albino alligators
Dm
El Camino with the ceiling low
Dm
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Dm
Sometimes I go off, I go off
Dm
I go hard, I go hard
Dm
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
Dm
I’m a star, I’m a star
Dm
Cause I slay, slay
Dm
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, all day, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, I slay okay
Dm
We gon’ slay, slay
Dm
Gon’ slay, okay
Dm
We slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, 'cause I slay
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Prove to me you got some coordination
Dm
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay!
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation!
Dm
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Dm
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
Dm
Girl I hear something, thunder
Dm
(Golly this is that water boy, oh lord...)
[VERSE]
Dm
(What happened after New Orleans!?)
Dm
(Bitch... I'm back by popular demand!)
[HOOK]
Dm
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Dm
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Dm
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’...)
Dm
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
Dm
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
Dm
You mix that Negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
Dm
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
Dm
I like my Negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Dm
Earned all his money but they never take the country out me
Dm
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag!
Dm
Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I
Dm
Ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
Dm
I did not come to play with you hoes
Dm
I came to slay, bitch
Dm
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Dm
Oh yes, you best to believe it
[HOOK]
Dm
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Dm
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
Dm
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’...)
Dm
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
Dm
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
Dm
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
Dm
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
Dm
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Dm
Earned all his money but they never take the country out me
Dm
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
Dm
I see it, I want it
Dm
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
Dm
I dream it, I work hard
Dm
I grind ‘til I own it
Dm
I twirl all my haters
Dm
Albino alligators
Dm
El Camino with the ceiling low
Dm
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Dm
Sometimes I go off, I go off
Dm
I go hard, I go hard
Dm
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
Dm
I’m a star, I’m a star
Dm
Cause I slay, slay
Dm
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, all day, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, I slay okay
Dm
We gon’ slay, slay
Dm
Gon’ slay, okay
Dm
We slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Prove to me you got some coordination
Dm
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[VERSE]
Dm
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
Dm
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
Dm
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Dm
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
Dm
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
Dm
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
Dm
You might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
Dm
I might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
[HOOK]
Dm
I see it, I want it
Dm
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
Dm
I dream it, I work hard
Dm
I grind ‘til I own it
Dm
I twirl all my haters
Dm
Albino alligators
Dm
El Camino with the ceiling low
Dm
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Dm
Sometimes I go off, I go off
Dm
I go hard, I go hard
Dm
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
Dm
I’m a star, I’m a star
Dm
Cause I slay, slay
Dm
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, all day, okay
Dm
I slay, okay, I slay okay
Dm
We gon’ slay, slay
Dm
Gon’ slay, okay
Dm
We slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Dm
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, 'cause I slay
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Dm
Prove to me you got some coordination
Dm
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay!
Dm
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation!
Dm
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Dm
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
Dm
Girl I hear something, thunder
Dm
(Golly this is that water boy, oh lord...)