Okay, I woke up this morning feeling like a real bad bitch. You know those days, I looked myself in the mirror and I said, I just look better than everybody else in the world. So *** your cameras, *** your phones and take my, take my picture, bitch. My clothes be one of a kind, this ***'s too hard to find, and if you don't think I look good, then bitch, you must be blind, and when I'm getting ready, a bitch be acting petty. I got so much fur and so much ice, I'm looking like a Yeti. Not Fendi, not Dior, it's Domino Couture. Your Prada bags, your Gucci tags, just leave them at the store. I got Dolce and Gabbana, you can wear it if you wanna, but I'm a slide into Lady High, this bitch is serving drama. Take my, take my picture, bitch. Designers! It looks a little matronal-y. Take my, take my picture, bitch. Um, this is not your best work. I love this look. This look, that's what I came to serve. Gown, chipped to my every curve. Hey, you know you really got the nerve. Coin, that's what a bitch deserve. Guaranteed, you ain't never met a bitch like me. I would never go broke when a shop is free. Matter of fact, I don't shop, they come to me. I'm the material girl, just come and see. Silk, chiffon, leather, lace, rocks and crystals all across my face. Wool suit, beaded gown, top it off with a rhinestone crown. Heels high, boots thigh, custom glasses all across my eyes. Search every corner of the internet, you will never find this silhouette. Take my, take my picture, bitch. Take my, take my picture, bitch. It looks a little matronal-y.