[Verse: Remy Ma] Yo, I'm a real b**h, these s*uts ain't Six years I did upstate I did walks like I'm on a catwalk These b**hes walk like they bu*ts stank See my j**elry, you'll see rock Like that imported vodka that Puff drink Embrace the haters, I love hate Cause y'all showing love, but that love fake I'm from Castle Hill where they pump weight The murder rate high and the drug rate Them thugs love me, I got blood money Cause I stash my money in a Blood bank I been doing good, my son great Y'all better have my ones straight Hurry up, I don't f**ing wait I'll eat her food on my lunch break Cuff me they uncover the truth These hoes lie, yeah her too Art of War, I'm Sun Tzu I'm back b**h, don't know what to do Your run was short like a (?) Your hood where the ops live Speed across the Ed Koch bridge And pull up in front of that thot crib I don't argue that's bum sh** My Mackage gets unzipped Reach on you then dump clips Punish her - that's Pun's sh** They all lost already They don't want me to win I'm 'bout to k** these hoes - Scott Peterson [Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only