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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Rap
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Songwriter
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Songwriter
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mixing Engineer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Heavy on it
New York, stand the fuck up (Grrah)
When we come out, it look like Princess Diana on the street (Grrah)
Ayo, Ice
Stop playin' wit' 'em, RIOT
Finish 'em
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Like)
So he put my name in a tat'
But I don't let him come to the crib (Grrah)
So we get it on where we at (Grrah)
Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras
And they hype that I'm up on them banners
Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (Why?)
In the hood I'm like Princess Diana (Grrah)
I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (Huh)
Bitches not takin' shit from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth, so I bet she gon' choke (Bitch)
To her man, I'm the girl of his dreams
Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth
He keep textin', I leave him on seen
Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean (Know what I mean)
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah) (Uno, dos, tres, quatro, boo, tomato)
Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass
This is a public service announcement
I be eatin' my spinach
They tried to clone my image
They burned they London Bridges
None of them bitches British
I know they know the difference (Grrr)
And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Grrah)
So I hold him down like an anchor (Grrah)
He said if I keep it a hunnid (Grrah)
That he'll keep me safe like a banker (Grrah)
Nowadays, I be makin' 'em famous (Grrah)
She the princess, so fuck who you lames is (Grrah)
Of course, I be pushin' they buttons (Grrah)
I hold the control like the gamers
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches is ass if we keepin' it crack
Bad little red-head, she 'bout to black
We come out, it's a movie, but we don't do BAP
Live from London, straight from the palace
Man dem ah gyalis ah text us like Dallas
Keep it a bean, yo'
He talk nice 'cause the pussy game mean, hoe
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give them a pass
Like grrah, keep it a stack
Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)
They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)
Bitches slow, so I give them a pass
Ayo, Isis, you got these bitches crunchier than ice, sis
Come chop it up, I'ma have gang on the night shift (Brr)
She said she don't like me, but her baby daddy like it (Ooh)
Ride my **** dick, then handle bars, on some bike shit
Bitches is a joke, I gotta laugh on some sike shit
So every now and then, I gotta read 'em like a psychic (Oop)
Strugglin' to get to the top, on some hike shit
When I throw it to him, he gon' catch it, he gon' spike it (Brrr)
Catch it, mm-hmm
Gag, it's the gag for me, haha
Princess
Oop!
Written by: Ice Spice, Onika Maraj, RIOTUSA
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