Artist: Lil Debbie Album: OG In My System Song: Show You Typed by: AZ Lyrics Ay, ay, ay (Queen business over here) Ay, ay, ay Cash rules everything around me (Bitches [?] crown, better sit on the throne) Ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay (Show 'em, Debbie!) Cash rules everything around me Green, get the money, bitch You wanna be the queen, get the honey Got a beach front view and a breeze And it seems some sunny Bitches tryna get a dream, coming for me I was born ready Bitch, I'm born ready If you wanna come against the queen Bee, the swarm ready Yeah, we buzzing Bitch I been buzzin' Took impossible and did it like it's nothing, yeah Like a prophet, yeah, I'm like a prophet Everything I said, I get and went and got it What you call it? I'm just living Meaning we the hoe that got this money coming Flowing like a faucet, I'ma toss it We don't even like to entertain all the talking No discussion, we just off 'em, get the coffin Bitches barking what you're body made of talking? Only talking money here, motherfucker, call it I so fly, can't deny that I'm high Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky This is what it look like, like, like, like Cook it, took it to the oven Watch it risen when it's cooked right, right, right, right You think I'm playing with you bitches? Nah This is what it look like, like, like, like Bithes talking way too often I just smoking and it's good night, night, night, night, night I'm sick of playing with you bitches, nah Debbie, you should prolly get to know Crash the Beamer, went and copped a Chevy nova Paid tripping, I should prolly get a coaster Only making bangers, I should prolly get a poster Cruising down the coast Rep the city like I'm 'posed to Bitch, you know I been a roller I'm a motherfucking soldier I could send them hitters like a motherfuckin' Sosa Bitches laying on the sofa, on the way the bitch is over We don't even like to entertain all the bluffing No discussion, all my bitches get the bussin' Got a issue, beat these bitches like percussion Bitches making moves, ain't no need for interruptions I so fly, can't deny that I'm high Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky This is what it look like, like, like, like Cook it, took it to the oven Watch it risen when it's cooked right, right, right, right You think I'm playing with you bitches? Nah This is what it look like, like, like, like Bithes talking way too often I just smoking and it's good night, night, night, night, night I'm sick of playing with you bitches, nah