Oh, shit Bitch I got ´em all, fuck, you mean Bought a ticket, just to go insane I´m so fire, boy, put more gasoline They about to faint, it´s too much for their brain
Oh, shit Balenciaga, Prada on ma feet Five stars, seven days in a week Betta catch up, ´bout to switch up, yeah Got my head up in the cloud, yeah I´m about to pass out, yeah Hol´ up, wait a minute I´m a bad boy so independent Type and press but you can´t control me No media gon´ manipulate me Hope you mo´fuckers get offended (´Cause I don´t care)
´Cause I don´t care about yo´ feelings
Oh, shit Bitch, I got ´em all, fuck, you mean Bought a ticket, just to go insane I´m so fire, boy, put more gasoline They about to faint, it´s too much for their brain