Queen of Roma

Intro

Pull up in Milano, jewels all on my wrist

Got these haters mad, yeah they can't resist

Verse 1

Gucci on my body, Fendi on my feet

Run this whole game, got em all in defeat

Stack my euro bands, catch me in the streets

Mama taught me well, now I'm living sweet

Marinara drip, pasta in the trap

Versace lifestyle, leave em all in the past

Watch how I move, yeah I do it with class

Hit em with the flows that'll make history last

Chorus

Tu sei un cretino (yeah)

Can't touch my regno (no)

Got that italiano flow

Watch me stack my dough

Tu sei un cretino (what)

Regina status, you know

All these fake ones gotta go

Watch me run the show

Post-Chorus

Run it, run it (ayy)

Stack it, stack it (brr)

Take it, make it (yeah)

Break it, shake it (woah)

Verse 2

Roll through Roma in that fresh Ferrari

All these wannabes try to copy my story

Got that Mediterranean sauce in my veins

Queen bee status, they all know my name

Nonna's wisdom got me moving real smart

Climbing to the top since the very start

Designer labels but I keep it real

This empire's mine, that's just how I feel

Chorus

Tu sei un cretino (yeah)

Can't touch my regno (no)

Got that italiano flow

Watch me stack my dough

Tu sei un cretino (what)

Regina status, you know

All these fake ones gotta go

Watch me run the show

Post-Chorus

Run it, run it (ayy)

Stack it, stack it (brr)

Take it, make it (yeah)

Break it, shake it (woah)