Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you’re a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I’m a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
(Aye)
Young pop star
I'm still killin' shit
(Aye)
Worked my guts out
So don't insinuate
(Aye)
Judgin' by your face
You done graduated
(Aye)
Two, three models wanna fornicate
(Aye, aye)
I be all in the press
Still y’all be sleepin’ on me
They gon' pray ’til my death
Yeah, I'mma ghost on 'em
You know what I'm talkin’ 'bout
Tailored suit, always ballin' out
But you know where the chalk is, helpin' out
Buncha drums, I'mma have to air 'em out!
Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you're a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
Look at my shine, it's a natural shine
Look at my wine, it's natural wine
Look at my dime, Goddamn she's fine
Blonde hair, clear skin, thank god she's mine!
Foolin' around
Puttin' food on the table, came straight from the ground
Farm the table, boy to man
Look at Lil' Bill, he's grown, Goddamn
Still girls on his cellphone, blowin' it up
See the bottles on the dresser, see the grapes in the cup
Bickin back, I'm being bool, like 'Sup?'
Got Balthazars poppin' when I step in the club
Jules Chauvet natty wine, VA with the brett
In the glass poured, cloudy like a cigarette, woah
Gamay with the native yeast, finish like a limousine
Sippin' wine while she give a nigga head, woah
Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you're a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool