This is for the Queens. Bosses Every day flossers. In a cubicle or you got a whole office I don’t know what the rules say But I plan on breaking me a few today Make everybody stare when I walk this way Strut down the sidewalk like I’m on a runway Too fast for you baby, better keep up the pace My time is money, and I’ve got a lot to make Paparazzi wanna take a flick Yeah they musta heard, I’m still that chick With a heart of gold and a bald up fist Bring trouble my way. Ima handle it I’m on my grind Got too much shine Taking what’s mine It’s no surprise CHORUS I’m making moves Galileo drop that telescope Don’t need it if you wanna see a star up close I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast But I’m doing it well, and yall doing the most (Hair flip) I was born with a fitted crown Yeah I talk that talk and you love the sound When I walk that walk, they be coming round Big smile for my haters. Know you see me now. Ha