I'm the girl whose name be heard   Get a pen and pad so   I can write down this verse   Dem haters be hatin' thinkin'   They hatin' can cause me a curse   But they know if they keep it up   They gonna get it worse      I'm dat rapper that's known as   The teen that don't write a lick   And some never heard of me   Yes but the ones that did heard me spit   But some haters finna hate on me   So they gonna need a cross kit      Maybe a bandage   No, maybe some surgery   'Cause they finna have a 9   Through they head      Anyway my rapping was so good   I made an avalenge   And after I hurted dem haters   Let's just say they finna hop in that ambulece      Lie to they mommys and daddys that   It was all an accident on tha stage   They fell, oh well, boo hoo now they in a grave      I don't need to worry 'cause I'm tryna   Stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower   Make it taller, make it high and make it higher      Selling all of theses albums is   Just gonna make ya haters hate mo   'N make my pockets fatter   I'm a hop in my Chevy, hope dem bitches   Try not a still my cheese      Oh well, I'm not worried, I'ma lock my box with this key   So I'm gonna take a ride up in these streets   No, I'ma stop for some deeze   Chunk up tha duece, oh shit, dem haters stop   They trashed up whip in a slow creep      They got they 5's but I'ma be ready for them   I got my 9, don't got nothin' to worry 'bout 'cause   I'm a have dem in that hospitals bed at night      And after that I'm a make this cheese   Stacked like the twin towers   And I got so much witnesses   They thought I was Ms. Michael Myers   So if ya got another   Then I'm gone, holla back