[Intro: Teddy Riley, Big Dave & Queen Pen]
(Drums) Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the "A" room right now
Ten-four (I got you)
(She comin') She's on her way to the back (Uh-huh, what?)
(She comin') I got you
Don't let nobody fuck with her (Uh, uh-huh)
(She comin') I got you
(She comin') She got a lot to say, a'ight? (Ha)
(She comin') I got you, I got you (Break it down, how you feel about this?)

[Verse 1: Queen Pen & Teddy Riley]
Sit back, bitch, better take notes (Notes)
Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (Broke, word)
I'm callin' your bluff, what you ever tote? (Bluff)
I'm raw and uncut like Columbian coke (Coke)
Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me? (Who?)
Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen? (Y'all n***as can't fuck with me)
While y'all role play, I'm always me
And before Soundscan, I ate by the streets (Streets, ooh)
You, you real funny to me (Me)
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave (Weave)
Talkin about kis that you never seen (Seen)
Rappin' about gats that you never packed (Packed)
I'm the original Don Dada (Y'all ain't notice?)
And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta (I'm in your face)
For you to catch up to my speed (Uh-huh)
Fuck your icey rings (Uh-huh), fuck this industry (Uh-huh)
Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing
Bum bitch (Bum bitch), yeah, I said it (Yeah)
Bum bitch (Bum bitch), and I never will regret it
Seventy-thousand in the first week? That shit is ridiculous
[Chorus: Queen Pen & Teddy Riley]
Don't bring them bitches around me (I got you)
Don't bring sand to the beach (I got you)
Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got you)
We bes the baddest in the streets (I got you)
It's my time, to shine (I got you)
Those styles y'all kicked was mine (I got you)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got you)
Take away your writer, spit a rhyme (Spit a rhyme)

[Verse 2: Queen Pen]
I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest (Uh-huh)
I took a little break and bitches got overconfident (Uh-huh)
On the really, girl, you don't want no conflict
Save your slick talk for Saturday nights at Flex
QP is back (Back), what did y'all expect? ('Pect)
That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishin' checks?
All this bad chat got me kind of vexed (Uh-huh, vexed)
Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that n***a from Next
It's all over, I'm shuttin' y'all down
By the end of the first quarter y'all gone be sayin, "Damn, she foul" (Damn what?)
Damn, QP ain't playin' around (She what?)
She goin' hardcore on y'all bitches this round

[Chorus: Queen Pen & Teddy Riley]
Don't bring them bitches around me (I got you)
Don't bring sand to the beach (I got you)
Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got you)
We bes the baddest in the streets (I got you)
It's my time, to shine (I got you)
Those styles y'all kicked was mine (I got you)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got you)
Take away your writer, spit a rhyme (Spit a rhyme)
[Outro: Teddy Riley & Big Dave]
(Bridge) Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the "A" room right now
Ten-four (I got you)
(She comin') She's on her way to the back
(She comin') I got you
Don't let nobody fuck with her
(She comin') I got you
(She comin') She got a lot to say, a'ight?
(She comin') I got you, I got you (Uh)