What's up? It's the City Girls
And if you lookin' for some serious ass
Freestylin', cypher ass rap
Tyga in the motheruckin' basement
sweatin' in yo' motherfuckin' car
This ain't no motherfuckin' J. Cole
even he know nobody ain't perfect
Kanye, but we 'bout to drive you bitches crazy
Queen Latifah, who you callin' a bitch?
This ain't no motherfuckin' Missy Elliot
but we gon' show y'all how to get y'all freak on
Foxy Brown, even she knew
it wasn't no romance without finance
Jacki-O, but we back on the block
jumpin' out on these hoes like Jack-in-the-Box Surprise
I ain't no motherfuckin' Slim Shady
And we ain't 50 Cent but you can find us in the club
Bitch, you could turn this album off right now
'cause all you gon' get is some realCity Girls shit
Scammin', trickin', pussy rap
Period