[Intro: SOPHIE]

Boy, boy, boy, boy

Boy, boy, boy, boy

[Chorus]

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend, ugh

I know where these bitches sleep, see me in they dreams (Yeah)

P-p-put young JR on the court, bitch, I'm makin' that three (Makin' that three, yeah, uh)

I-I-I been keeping that score since I learned how to read (Ow)

[Refrain]

I get paid end of the week, you can buy everything, yeah, uh

I don't even use this, baby, I don't get to wasting, uh, uh (Ah)

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, ayy, uh

[Verse 1]

Used to sample screams, now I do that shit myself

Uh, I go on stage, they scream 'cause thesе tickets fuckin' sell, ayy

Any bitch that beef with me, I-I just pray thеy get some help, uh

We say your name, it's memes, if you laugh, go straight to Hell (Ow)

[Chorus]

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend, ugh

I know where these bitches sleep, see me in they dreams (Yeah)

P-p-put young JR on the court, bitch, I'm makin' that three (Makin' that three, yeah, uh)

I-I-I been keeping that score since I learned how to read (Ow)

[Verse 2]

You 'posed to be on my team, I'ma just let that bird go tweet (Bird go tweet)

Indie rock in a runway piece, you cannot find this shit on the street

I still rock that North Face coat, this Coachtopia bag on me (Yeah)

Call up PSE&G, that ho done switched up on me, uh (Ow)

He call me a brat like my fav' color green, uh, uh

He call me a brat like my fav' color green, uh, uh

Watch that shit go splat, it's my enemies, uh, uh

Watch that shit go splat, it's my enemies, uh (Ow)

[Refrain]

I get paid end of the week, you can buy everything, yeah, uh

I don't even use this, baby, I don't get to wasting, uh, uh (Ah)

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

[Bridge]

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh, uh

I'ma hit the stage in my Prada frames, uh

[Chorus]

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend, ugh

I know where these bitches sleep, see me in they dreams (Yeah)

P-p-put young JR on the court, bitch, I'm makin' that three (Makin' that three, yeah, uh)

I-I-I been keeping that score since I learned how to read (Ow)

[Post-Chorus]

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend (Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend (Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend (Boy, boy, boy, boy)

Uh, turn that boy to a fan, turn that bitch to a fiend (Boy, boy, boy, boy)

[Outro]

Yep, yep, yep, yep

Yep, yep, yep

Yep, yep, yep, yep

Yep, yep, yep