I got that manna for you mama
I'll take your money, fool, send it off to the Bahama
I'll roast you dry bake you fry 'til you're golden, come on
I'm taking no drama only answer to your honor

They talk about bitches, they talk
That shit stop at me
Now bow down, don't freak out
In the presence of a queen
They talk about big things, don't make none
'Cause deep down they sleep
Watch how-to vids, while to the top
I got a ticket going one way

Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder, oh-oh

I know you pissed but I'ma be here for a minute
I tell you what, blink and watch how far I have ascended
I stand about 5'5", my reach high up there
I see them, I say nuh-uh, watch them get up out my way

To you bitches (what?)
I talk in tongues (what?)
Jztbyizemarzay, like all them witches (what?)
Do you follow (what?)
When I flip off (what?)
I do my thing, I do my way, now can you dig it?

Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder, oh-oh

Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey, pretty
Ah, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder, oh-oh

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alexander Ridha, Peder Losnegard, Raymond E Brady Iii, Ryan Olson, Santi White, Simon Edward Christensen