[Intro]
Yeah
Mira, mami
You want a show?
I’ll give you something to talk about (talk now)
[Verse 1]
I walk in, heads twist, necks crack
Every hater in the corner got a group chat
Typing all that shit, but in person they just relax
Tiny little dogs, all bark, always fall back
Lip gloss thick, attitude thicker
Body so blessed, make your man hit quicker
You hate my curves, hate my tone, hate my accent
But copy every move like you practice in my fragments
I see you stare, do a double take, triple
Your man in my DM talking bout a little “pickle”
You pressed ‘cause I’m pressure, I’m the problem and the prize
You jealous of my hustle, I see murder in your eyes (bitch)
[Chorus]
They talk, they talk, they talk about me
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen (uh)
You mad, you mad, you mad, I see
I’ma give you something you can talk about, me
Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo
You watch every move like a GoPro
You broke, you bored, you loco
I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh
[Verse 2]
All that “she this, she that,” you obsessed, hoe
My name in your teeth like crest, though
You wish you had this drip, this glow
I’m the headline, you the text below
Little fake smiles when I walk past
But your group chat screaming “that bitch bad”
You want my life, my bag, my ass
Even screenshot my stories like a fan, that’s sad
I turn my back, you turn into a blogger
Write whole essays, I’m the main topic, author
You bored in your bed, I’m booked, I’m blessed
You stuck in the comments, I’m cutting my checks (facts)
[Chorus]
They talk, they talk, they talk about me
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen (yeah)
You mad, you mad, you mad, I see
I’ma give you something you can talk about, me (uh)
Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo
You watch every move like a GoPro
You broke, you bored, you loco
I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh (talk that shit)
[Bridge]
You hate my walk? I’ma walk harder
You hate my pics? I’ma post larger
You hate my wins? I’ma win smarter
You hate my tongue? I’ma talk darker
All your little rumors, that’s cute, that’s light
I turn all your dirt into fuel, take flight
You don’t like my shine? Better close those eyes
‘Cause I’m only getting brighter, bitch, surprise
[Chorus]
They talk, they talk, they talk about me
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen
You mad, you mad, you mad, I see
I’ma give you something you can talk about, me
Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo
You watch every move like a GoPro
You broke, you bored, you loco
I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh (yeah)