Lyrics:

Ain't this what y'all need me for?
You done pissed me off, what is y'all leaving for?
Oh what? A white girl with a flow ain't been seen before
Bow down until your knees get sore, uh
Treat Neimans like a grocery store
Selfridges get the same rapport
Ask Bey' when we off on tour
Hopping out a fly whip screaming 'This ain't yours'

How famous can one get 'fore she get tired
One phone call that make all the money get wired
Uh, spit fire that'll burn down an empire
20 deep in the sprinter tryna the Benz tires
Wave hello when I breeze by ya
Make enough in ten months, I could live off of retire (woo)
But I just won't quit tryna figure out
Which part of this you just don't get, huh

Lord, let me know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to the goddess, goddess, got it?

Same critics wondered if I had it in me
Now want me to play friendly
But how the hell you play friendly
When the mention of my name could cause a media frenzy?
The cameras flash everywhere, make it hard to miss me
Lately I been crazy 'til a psych will commit me
After any competition coming up against me
You think it's anything better? Then come convince me

Until then I'll be leading the race
So bow down, put your knee to your face
While I make wine outta water, turn rappers into martyrs
Set it off whenever I-G-G in the place, uh
Young rapper, goddess
Y'all a boring read like Rapper's Digest
I could never see you fall like I skip through August
I'm thinkin' bout now would be the time to start this

Lord, let me know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to the goddess, goddess, got it?

Put your hands to the sky
But only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive
But y'all know real gods never die

Put your hands to the sky
But only if you feel the vibe
They wanna bury me alive
But y'all know real gods never die

Lord, let me know if you got this, preaching about prophets
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess, bow down to a goddess
It ain't no one man can stop us
Bow down to the goddess, goddess, got it?