It's slayyyter, bitch Material girl, I'm just like madonna Got the fangs so sharp like piranhas Put it in my cart if I wanna Fendi prints Dolce and Gabbana Pinky rings cigars that's cubana Call him daddy, he calls me mama Freak and make him sweat like a sauna Pussy brings him peace like nirvana
Let him toss my lettuce With the salad on the side Oh me oh my I'm the skinniest bitch alive If I want it I get it Baby look at this ice It shines so nice Baby check that price
You cannot afford to ignore when I walk out of the store (got bags on bags on bags, baby i clear that rack) Freaky little whore from the 314 always wanting more (got stacks on stacks on stacks, baby i got that cash)
Call him up on my pink flip phone, go throatzilla on his dick like woah On my knees soon as I get home If he spend that dough, imma throw him a bone He buys me Louis I buy him Gucci I can upgrade him These bitches losing I am an heiress Please call me Paris Look in the mirror Bitch I'm the fairest
I'm a cowgirl making all my shopping trips onto rodeo, in the 90210, oh I see ya staring at my birkin bag asking me how much I bought that for Baby you don't need to know, oh, oh
Get what I want right when I want it Black card in my Prada wallet Gucci heels so high I'm fallin Woke up rich now, bitch im ballin Private jets and private islands You got rocks, bitch I got diamonds Whip my benz without a license...
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