^{Da Brat} get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah ^COUGH Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? ^Laughing Ayo Brat Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I In a high holster, studded in rhinestone Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown Just like that, braggadocious cuz I'm the dopesest Brat Most of these niggas focus on the ass that's fat And I'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die Shinin on everybody for the world to see My timin is always perfect, endlessly I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really CHORUS: Eve Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse We the bitches that the gangstas thirst Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve ^Trina Uh, uh, uh Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas shit We aint havin this, I steps on toes In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes Iced out, drippin in Channell Prada, Gucci, and all that I make 'em fall back Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy It's good and wet After just one fuck, you won't forget I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned Bare ass out with the diamond thong on Nigga you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man Cuz I'm a hot bitch... ^Mo'Nique Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that CHORUS ^Eve Uh, yo When three raw bitches get together it's off the chain Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game Boss bitches stallion, scream they name Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game Only fuck with the realest, don't associate with lames How the fuck can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I Bombshell, other bitches is true lies I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind You gon' understand from the rest of my lines Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released CHORUS 2X