| A-what you mean? | 
| Been up in this thing so long, I’m like a sleeve | 
| Covering, I’m outchea, please don’t be deceived | 
| Roll me up? | 
| Nigga please! | 
| Don’t be presumptuous | 
| I packed you up for lunch and I ate you, you were scrumptious | 
| Literal or not, I’m rambunctious, you yellow belly munchkins | 
| Ain’t that something? | 
| With your oompady-doo like | 
| «Ding dong, the witch ain’t dead, you better look out 'fore she chop yo' head!» | 
| Breaking bread with the queens at the dinner table | 
| Lapdogs eat scraps if you’re able | 
| Maybe throw you a bone if I feel like it | 
| Maybe give you some steak if the mood right | 
| Right now, homie, bow down | 
| Looking at my head like my head need a crown | 
| Crown on the rocks, nigga, weed in the box, nigga | 
| Give me if you got figures, what I want’s a lot bigger! | 
| What you mean | 
| What you mean | 
| What you mean | 
| To me, to me, to me, to me | 
| Lizzo be eating though, Lizzo be hungry | 
| Lizzo Big GRRRL Small World till it ain’t funny | 
| Say my name three times like I’m in destiny | 
| Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Four Loko | 
| Chillin' with my niggas in the back like mane | 
| Came a long way, umbrellas for the rain | 
| If you came this far, you better play the game | 
| Because success and fame be two different things | 
| I remember being sad about boys and stuff | 
| But that was way back in middle school | 
| Now I’m making crowds make noise and stuff | 
| And all my people back home like, «who knew?» | 
| Normally I don’t like to toot my own horn | 
| Cause I don’t got a car yet and, well, that sucks | 
| Being a rapper these days ain’t what it seems | 
| Man, really you ain’t making all the big bucks, but I’m killin' it | 
| I’m just saying that I’m feeling the wheeling one would experience | 
| While wheeling and gripping the wheel and gettin' it | 
| And my limericks be the same thing that get me on the cover, trick! | 
| What you mean | 
| What you mean | 
| What you mean | 
| To me, to me, to me, to me |