[Intro: Messy Mya]
What happened after New Orleans?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
[Refrain: Beyonce]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Interlude: Messy Mya + Big Freedia]
Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh yes, you best to believe it
[Refrain: Beyonce]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag
[Chorus: Beyonce]
I see it, I want it
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind ‘til I own it
I twirl all my haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
I’m a star, I’m a star
Cause I slay, slay
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
I slay, okay, all day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
We gon’ slay, slay
Gon’ slay, okay
We slay, okay
I slay, okay
I slay, okay
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated
[Verse 1: Beyonce]
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
[Chorus: Beyonce]
I see it, I want it.
I stunt, yeah, little hornet.
I dream it, I work hard.
I grind ‘til I own it.
I twirl all my haters.
Albino alligators.
El Camino with the seat low.
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser.
Sometimes I go off, I go off.
I go hard, I go hard.
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine.
I’m a star, I’m a star.
Cause I slay, slay.
I slay, hey, I slay, okay.
I slay, okay, all day, okay.
I slay, okay, I slay okay.
We gon’ slay, slay.
Gon’ slay, okay.
We slay, okay.
I slay, okay.
I slay, okay.
Okay, okay, I slay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay.
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay.
Prove to me you got some coordination.
Slay trick, or you get eliminated.
[Bridge: Beyonce]
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay.
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.
[Outro]
Girl I hear something, thunder.
Golly this is that water boy, oh lord.