Who Am I lyrics

[Intro]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Queen
Who am I?
Who am I?
Queen sh*t b*tch
Who am I?

[Verse 1 : Queen Key]
Ay
Who am I?
I'm that b*tch
What's the sitch?
Female money making mitch
Ain't sh*t change, but the name on the slip (Yeah)
Say the same sh*t so these b*tches don't forget (Yeah)
Yeah, take a trip with that n*gga then dip
Been hip, I talk sh*t
Any n*gga disrespect it
Big look, he get beat, EMP
Told him take a big sip (b*tch)
I'm my own brand, b*tch, I don't rock no Hilfiger (Queen sh*t, b*tch)
He think he the man, I treat him like a lil' n*gga
Any b*tch can't know me, no, the b*tch lost now (No the b*tch lost)
A lot of these hoes flex, but I got the frost now (Got the sauce)
And your n*gga take me shopping, he know I'm gonna cost now
I'ma boss now, nah, I ain't taking no loss now
I'm the b*tch you gotta cross now
And if you cross me, then you lost me, b*tch you really done (You really done)
He looking at my ass, he can tell I'm really fun (Tell I'm really fun)
I'ma take his money (I'ma take his money)
Watch him cheat on his b*tch, like he out on bond (Wow)
[Chorus]
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Yeah)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Ayy)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Yeah)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Ayy)

[Verse 2 : Tokyo Jetz]
Ay, I'm big Tok, talk my sh*t
I'm a boss and you a b*tch
pus*y fat, you want a taste?
I leave juices on his face
f*ck a n*gga, f*ck respect
Give me money, give me checks
Who am I? Oh, you lost
These diamonds clear, ho, this costs
Make a n*gga eat me out
This pus*y wet, can't fix the drought
I'm the new queen of the South
I'm who they be talking bout
I be all up in they mouth
They see me out and they be fans
Like, "Oh my God, I swear I love you, can you post me on your 'Gram?"
Keep it cordial, keep it brief
I make way too much to beef
And you uglier in person, you say way too much to speak
And my head still dumb even though I fixed my teeth
I might just fly to Chicago, just to f*ck with Queen Key
[Chorus]
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah (Talk my sh*t)
Who am I? I'm that b*tch, talk my sh*t, yeah
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Yeah)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Ayy)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Yeah)
I'm that b*tch, I'm the sh*t, talk my sh*t (Ayy)