B-tches they serious
Yeah these b-tches delirious
All this b-tches...
I just pimp my interiors
I just picked up the...
Might pick up a hoe
Might kill conversations
If you kick up the dough
Never mind my money
Never mind my stat
Every bitch wanna be me
You can find them in sacks
Pink Friday to Melee
Superbass triple plat
When you see me on Ellen
Just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace
They request me by 9
And if they don't get Nicki
It just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna
I'm really sitting with Anna
Aint a metaphor, punchline
I'm really sittin with Anna
Front row at Oscar De La Renta, posture
Aint a bitch that could do it, not even my imposter
Put these bitches on lockout, where the f*ck is your roster
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta
Shake my head, yo I'm mad, aint a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
That shit come on a cone, that shit come on a cone
And my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
That shit come on a cone, that shit come on a cone
Cause my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
7up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But dont tell 'em I said it, lets keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost about 6 figures long
But you bitches ain't got it, where the f*ck is your budgets
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