Oh,
oh yes hoes!
Chefs, turn me up like I'm the boss, non-stop
Break my back like I'm a cute, packed toy
All the same people,
but we ain't got drugs,
nah nah nah
I'm a rap star, not a doctor
New day, what's new now?
Christian Dior or Miu Miu?
Sweaty sweat, thirsty, boo boo boo boo
Me stop now, you're the loo loo
Me stop now, you're cray cray
Once we were three to a Beyblade
Couldn't lay 10 on a vacay
Now everyday, everyday is like a payday
I let them talk, cause they know nothing
Now they're designer bags, diamond rings
And no one borrows my own money
So watch me walk like Tyra Banks
I'm a rap star, on a catwalk
Slay everything, the curls, the smooth hair
Chefs, try to make me for real
Winna bitch!
It went hard while you were all asleep
Chefs,
turn me up like I'm the boss,
non-stop Break my back like I'm a cute,
packed toy
All the same people,
but we ain't got drugs,
nah nah nah I'm a rap star,
not a doctor
Oh, oh yes hoes!
Oh,
oh yes hoes! Oh,
oh yes hoes! Oh,
oh yes hoes! Oh,
oh yes hoes!
Oh, oh yes hoes!
Pink cock, sexy, sassy Certified, not too baddy
Everything is real,
everything is natty My bibi is pure Pilates
My milkshake is pure Sadies Not on drugs,
not on Addies
Love to all my queens and zaddies
I'll slide it up on floors like Gladys
Yes,
they're on every angle,
yes One post from a Sony scandal,
yes
Grace Jones,
Naomi Campbell,
yes Too much for these hoes to handle,
aye
Hottest chick on the * scene,
yes * fresh,
* clean
Told my girl what you mean Take your man up and hold him mean
Chefs,
turn me up like I'm the boss,
non-stop Break my back like I'm a cute,
packed toy
All the same people,
but we ain't got drugs,
nah nah nah I'm a rap star,
not a doctor
Covergirl,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh Who can show?
Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Bartik, yes he....
he, he, he, he, he, he Ex-boys slay me... me, me
I want to know if the moon's ready