Lyrics
I got needs, pay attention, ah
Are you up for the challenge, yeah?
No hands, I throw tantrums, yeah
Act right if you want this, yeah
(Bitch, stand at attention)
Keep my name out your mentions, huh
I said what I said, and I meant it, uh
I ain't buying, wouldn't even rent it, ho
Superstar, I'm too hot, bitch be gone evaporate
Perrier, bubbly, expensive is my only taste
Flow so floaty, okay with being lonely
Vogue type of bitch, know you got me on your lock screen
Boasting marshmallow ass
You looking like you need a roasting, toasting
'Cause I love these bitches keep on hoping, I notice
I been way too motherfuckin' focused, rogue shit
Take a photo I'm the fucking moment
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got me switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
La-da-da-da-da
Ricky Bobby I'm the shit
Hundred and ninety in the whip
Blowing gas by the zip like
La-da-da-da-da
Let him smash on a bitch
Let him crash in the pussy
Left the pad with a limp
Back on, make 'em break necks
Hot, juicy got drenched
Told that bitch, "We not friends, ah"
I got two iPhones
'Cause his best friend hittin'
So we get the dial tone
'Til his neck game finished
Ain't no missing, put that milk inside this kitten
Kitchen counter where he hit it, keep it squeaky clean, Brita
Lick, lick, lick, why he dizzy off the liquor?
Superhero shit, bought my wrist an action figure
Took off my top, then he slipped out that- (woo)
He lookin' lost, sucked the soul out his ribs (oh)
Li-li-listen when I talk, ah
I'ma take your chips, bitch, kicks
And your job, get some money, bitch
I'm so anxious, barely breathing
Moods got me switching positions
So now I'm asking myself
Should you be mine?
(My haters just happen to be broke)
(And that's not my fault)
