Lyrics

Bringing bitches, like lambs, to the slaughter
Born a bad bitch not just somebodies daughter
I keep them guessing on what is my next move
Play 'em like chess, in my high heel shoes
Keep a dude guessing, is he the only one?
Bad bitch, game point, he ain't got none.
Locked and loaded, Fenty glow on my skin
They tip me like a drag queen let 'em know that I win
Game on lock, think like my name is Modeco
I keep it stunting like I'm banking free throws
My body so fire he keeps me up in Monaco
Get me my bag, then I'm walking, say "time to go"
Counting racks between index and thumbs
Look at my game and y'all ain't got none
I keep on laughing all the way to the bank
Throw 'em the towel and keep it moving like a tank

(Hook)
Dodgin’ through the traffic like a fast break move,
Clock stay tickin’, got no time to lose,
Rat race runnin’, but I set my own pace,
Game on lock, never fold, no brace
Call me Maserati, stay stepping on the gas,
She gone in a blink, before they think fast

(Verse 2)
Steppin’ to the beat like a fast break sprint
Money on my mind, gotta stack, no stint.
Movin’ through the crowd like a ghost in play
Never out of bounds, keep the moves on sway
Shot clock low, but I never lose sight
Pressure on me, but I shine so bright
Rat race runnin’, but I lead my lane
No bench time, I’m built for the game
Crossover smooth, watch the fake mislead
Ten toes down, gotta match my speed
City lights flash, but I stay on course
Energy strong, got a fire-source
They call me Ms Wheels, too fly too slick
Hop the fuck in and just hang on dear Sis
I keep on laughing all the way to the bank
Throw 'em the towel and keep it moving like a tank


(Hook)
Dodgin’ through the traffic like a fast break move,
Clock stay tickin’, got no time to lose,
Rat race runnin’, but I set my own pace,
Game on lock, never fold, no brace
Call me Maserati, stay stepping on the gas,
She gone in a blink, before they think fast

(Verse 3)
Bringing bitches back in an ambulance
No cash, no class, no flow, like Pence
You aint my boss, bitch, I am my own
V8, no gates, no payments, no loans
Nova Reign, they say "Nova make it rain"
Bitch I'm flossing, steady vibing in my lane
I might not be from Cali, but I got that Cali swag
Crown me the queen, tell 'em, I got it in the bag
So go ahead and bow down to the New Queen
I'll let you catch up as I'm taking over everything
Just think, get cash, celebrate, and live fast
Shout-out to my haters, bitch I ain't done fast
I'm fitted for the crown, it's going down
all my haters you know that can only wear a frown
So go ahead and hit the dance floor to this fire
While I take a look at my new Empire

(Bridge)
I'm giving body, face, heels, nails
Throw it up backwards let him catch this tail
He stay behind me, like he knows his place
Like rats try to catch up in on this race

(Last Hook)
Rat race runnin’, but I set my own pace,
Game on lock, never fold, no brace
Call me Maserati, stay stepping on the gas,
She gone in a blink, before they think fast