[Intro - Doja Cat]
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder
Look at me, look at me
I'm naked
[Verse 1 - Doja Cat]
Vulnerability earned me a lot of bacon
I put a thong all in my ass and taught you how to shake it
I paid all my respect to those who taught me how to make it
And now I reap the benefits with no confrontation
Y'all fall into beef but that's another conversation
I'm sorry, but we all find it really entertaining
'Cause we all wanna see them slip and fall right on their faces
And we all wanna be the one to see the devastation
Not be in it, but ain't the bad press good?
Talkin' 'bout, "She fallin' off, why she gеt booked?"
Man, I been humble, I'm tired of all thе deprecation
Just let me flex, bruh, just let me pop shit
"Why she think she Nicki M? She think she hot shit, " hmm (I wonder)
I never gave a F, go stir the pot, bitch (I wonder)
I got y'all head all in the dirt just like a ostrich (I wonder)
Of course, you bitches comparin' Doja to who the hottest
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj]
Picture that, picture me givin' bitches slack
Picture pretendin' I ain't give all these bitches piggyback
Picture usin' me and the Barbz and never givin' back
Soon as they think they see the light, I turn the picture black
Ain't at the mall, but between me and them, it's a gap
Pictures sayin' that you the queen and knowin' it's a fact
Picture my hair givin' wet and wavy, strawberry daq'
Yo, matter fact, let me take that back before they steal that
Picture me openin' the vault, bitch, I seal that
Picture them disses stickin' like grits, bitches feel that
Picture me tellin' bitches "catch it," outer field that
Picture me not tellin' my lil' niggas drill that
Picture you endin' up under the sea where the dread at
Picture not listenin' when I said you would dread that
I mean locs, ho, you's-you's a chop ho
I'm number one, y'all go argue over top four
Clean sweep, you gettin' mopped, ho (I wonder)
Picture me dressed in black, they callin' me Miss Mary Mack (I wonder)
You get the picture (Get the picture), my niggas airin' that (I wonder)
Like-like married to the mob, bitch, I'm married to the Makk
[Verse 3 - Doechii]
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding, and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit...
