Oh. Baby, I'm back by popular demand. Bitch, I'm back by popular demand. I did not come to play with you hordes. I came to slay, bitch. All haters corny with that Illuminati mess. Paparazzi catch my fly in my khaki fresh. I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress. I'm so possessive, so I rock his rock necklaces. My dad in Alabama. I'm a Louisiana. You mix that Negro with that Creole, make a Texas memo. I like my baby hair with Perrier and Afros. I like my Negro nose with Jackson 5 nitros. Earned all this money, but they never tax the country. I been, I got hot sauce in my veins. I see it, I want it, I stunt, yell, I want it. Dream it, I work hard, I grind till I own it. I twirl on my haters, if I know where to get them. Vino, Cee-Lo, Cee-Quevo, and O'Jizza. Sometimes I go off, I go hard. Take what's mine, I'm a star. Cuz I slay. We gon' slay. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. Come on. On the radio station. Cuz I slay. You just might be a Black Bill Gates in the making. Cuz I slay. I just might be a Black Bill Gates in the making. I see it, I want it. I stunt, yell, or loan it. I dream it, I work hard, I grind till I own it. I dwell on my haters. I buy no elevators. I'm a Vino, Cielo, Cervejo, no chaser. Sometimes I go off. I go hard. Take what's mine. I'm a star. Cuz I slay. I slay. Do you slay? I slay. You slay. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. Prove to me you got some coordination. Slay, chick, or you get eliminated. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation. You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation. Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper. Slay. Slay.