If all of the kings had their queens on the throneWe would pop champagne and raise a toast (Saweetie)To all of the queens who are fighting alone (Lauv)Baby, you’re not dancing on your own (Let’s go)Can’t live without me, you wanna, but you can’t, nah-nah-nahThink it’s funny, but honey, can’t run this show on your ownI can feel my body shake, there’s only so much I can takeI’ll show you how a real queen behaves (Oh, oh-oh)Oh, no damsel in distress, don’t need to save me (Save me)Once I start breathing fire, you can’t tame me (Tame me)And you might think I’m weak without a swordBut if I had one, it’d be bigger than yoursIf all of the kings had their queens on the throneWe would pop champagne and raise a toastTo all of the queens who are fighting alone (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)Baby, you’re not dancing on your ownShe’s the queen and I’m just lucky to get close to the throneI’m not worthy, I’m not worthy, but she’s taking me home, yeah (Oh, oh-oh)No damsel in distress, don’t need a saviorShe’s a goddess, I will never try to change herShe know she got my world inside of that palmBut she can have whatever she wantsIf all of the kings had their queens on the throne (Ayy, baby)
We would pop champagne and raise a toast (Ooh, ooh, yeah)To all of the queens who are fighting aloneBaby, you’re not dancing on your own (Ooh)Let’s goI’m a queen, I’m a boss, I’m a brat (Yeah)Hella independent, I get pissed like a [?] (Uh-uh)Shout out to the girls from the [?] to the trapI don’t need a man for shit, put myself on the map (Oh)And they thought I was doneI ain’t even hit my peak and I’m still on the runI’m all alone on the laps, I’m runnin’ the trackOnly time I see L’s on my [?] taxIn my house and winningPost a pic, just because, they like “Oh she chilling” (Yeah)Me and dollar bills and my lipstick [?]I need acrylic nails, I don’t need no critics (Facts)Saweetie gon’ grow, Saweetie gon’ shine (Yeah)Take [?] if I don’t see no linesMy name on they lips, my name on they mindsI’ma take it from the block to the Hollywood signIf all of the kings had their queens on the throneWe would pop champagne and raise a toastTo all of the queens who are fighting aloneBaby, you’re not dancing on your ownOh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh