text: Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Ah yeah yeah yeah 
  Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah 
  Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah
  Where them girls talking trash? Where them girls talking trash?
  Where they at? Wherе they at? Where thеy at?
  Where them bloggers at? Where them bloggers at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? 
  Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at? 
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? 
  Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Im the bad guy
  I broke the rules I live by broken rules
  I choked and sold blow when I was goin to school
  Im hot headed I be blowin a fuse Im hot lava
  I make ya coke come back not comma
  You in Myspace blood you a dot commer
  Shooters with the hammer behind me its not a blogger
  Keep tweetin you get followed like a Central Park jogger
  Im hard bodied like RoboCop armor
  I rock a few neck
  I make you look fly and dressy
  You wear 2 but on you it look kinda messy
  You dont stand a chance
  While tryna test me
  Your chance is slimmer than a pants on Ryan Leslie
  Im duct taped
  Officer why arrest me?
  Im possed to bail Im runnin
  Try and catch me
  Tedsmooth
  Better have the fire ready
  Im strapped like Madea
  Tyler Perry
  Ugh!
  They can say whatever, Ima do whatever
  No pain is forever, yup! You know this 
  Tougher than a lion, aint gon needa try it
  I live where the sky ends, yup! You know this 
  Never lying, truth-teller
  That Rihanna reign just wont let up
  All-black on, blacked-out shades 
  Blacked-out Maybach
  Ima rock this shit like fashion
  As in, going til they say stop 
  And my runway never looked so clear
  But the hottest bitch in heels right here 
  No fear
  And while youre getting your cry on
  Im getting my fly on
  Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedestal
  I better let you know
  That I, I, I, Im so hard 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Im so hard 
  So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard 
  All up on it, know you wanna clone it
  Aint like me, that chick too phony 
  Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
  Meet me at the top, top, top, getting lonely 
  Who think they test me now
  Run through your town, Ill shut it down
  Brilliant, resilient
  Fan mail from 27 million 
  And I want it all, its gonna take more than that
  Hope that aint all you got, I need it all 
  The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
  I cant just let you run up on me like that
  All on me like that, yeah
  I see you aiming at my pedestal
  So I think I gotta let you know
  That I, I, I, Im so hard 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Im so hard 
  That I, I, I, Im so hard 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Im so hard 
  That I, I, I, Im so hard 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, Im so hard 
  So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard 
  Where them girls talking trash? Where them girls talking trash?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where them bloggers at? Where them bloggers at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
  Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
  Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?