*** Say what I mean, I can't be sarcastic You're not like the girls I made out of plastic Everything I have on me is real, it's real From my body to my circle, everything is fantastic Love me, talk about my name like you know me Try to find fault, because I win here But I just count the seeds and it burns me He loves when I turn around, because I don't do that So I remind him of Skies, they're both vegans When they see my new video, they click, click And when they see me out on the street, they're like, click, click So I have dangerous memories with you So I don't talk about my hair, because they suck Because I love it when he's driving, while I shoot up Try to have some hair, but the ice I break Try to stop me, try to get me something Because my boys, they have me Send me a message for your cupcake The clock is coming, mine will be wet Can't lose a lot to my ass, can't be fat Can't lose an attack and get ice on my ice cream Can't lose my flame and not waste my time Can't talk to you or anyone My voice can't reach, but bitch, can I put you down? You know you're fast on the beat and you're on a whole ramp You can't say anything back home The clock is going fast, can't hit the bottom Her full cup of salt Salute I'm going out, boy, street boy Take me out, shot boy Low key, don't talk Keep it low, boy Big bag, big box, big *** dick, boy When he's smart, he knows what I want, boy Pack a joystick, you don't want to play with me Because I want black, make them try to play with me You can get around here, you can hang out with me Connect a *** girl, you can hang out with me I'm shimmying because it's nasty Makeup on me is completely flashy The tattoo is flashy And I'm flexing like a fatty Small, tall, wide ass, get them to comment Always hitting me, half of what I'm wearing It's hard, that's why I have a hammer, girl Who says no tricks, I'm up for it, I've learned Tension in the legs, criss-cross Talk about something, but get tired of it Down to the heat and stress Settles down like Bambi Burn me, burn me, bitch, who's gonna burn me? I think his money is wasting And you're gonna burn me against *** what you got Let me see you send me If you get a taste of me, it'll be hard to forget I'm like a bomb, take a swig, get it real, real hot Use my card, you know I'll do it, give me If my company is on fire, we're gonna do it I'm a big boss, bitch, and I'm coming in small Get out of the car, all the way You can't keep up with my tempo Don't dance with my tango I'm just waiting for you like bing-bong Before I shop for summer clothes, when it's only January And you think you'll get me down with a flabby comment Why do I call tunnels to a pool of ***, girl? *** what you think, I'm just getting weird The carpet is bitter The carpet is bitter, normal The carpet is bitter, normal