Intro (Brat Mail)

[Verse]

Look, I be exploring the foreigns with more power than stars

On my new new shit, like my name is Rashaad

And my punchlines seasoned plenty minds like it's time

So, if he ever tell you he ain't feelin' me, he lying'

Shout out to me, all on BET

I'm a very rich chick, on my Nene Leakes

I'm a boss, every move gotta come through me

Murder broads in my minks

May they rest in peace

And I'm still the top chick

Any bitch think I drop dick get higher than Mariah

And she like a five octave

Stop it, please stop it

Blowing money

All in Neiman's in there Diddy bopping

And you know I came to murder it

My city watchin'

I'm so humble, I'ma front like I don't do this often

It's Kash Doll, bow down, and kiss the ring

Soon as this paperwork done

I'm touching everything

A murder scene

[Outro]

Haha

Yeah, that way

The doll way