Hey there Mr. President, I could be your Marilyn.
I’m really into grills like I wear it every day. It doesn’t really matter what outfit I’m wearing, I kinda just throw em on.
Oh don’t be ridiculous Andrea, everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us.
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned.
Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.
Barbie wants to be me.
Some girls don’t need my persuasion. Some girls just can’t resist my good looks.. my style.. and my charm.. and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift.
Even I look in the mirror like ‘is it you?’ And I say ‘I must be the hottest if it isn’t you’.
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes. New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes.
Never slippin’ even on the side of a swimmin’ pool.
Bitches on my stick but my name aint Harry Potter.
Fuck you bitch, I’m actin’ brand new.
I got ice, ridiculous price. Your camera has never seen a picture this nice.
My fuckup is a perfect mistake, I’m great.
I’m lookin’ like a star bitch, when you see me make a wish.
I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution.
I’m outta my head, bitch I’m outta my mind, from the bottom I climb, you aint hotter than mine.
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight, bitch I been tight since Guiding Light.
Black card in my pocket, ridin’ round in that Gotti.
Pistol off in my boxers, ain got time to be boxin’.