Me

(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