Ay, ay, ay, ay
Whoop, yeah, whoop

Fuck the NRA, but I'll blow your fucking house out
With a gun, baby, I don't give a fuck, your lights out

She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe
Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me
I got lots of friends, an

Spent the summer having fun
Finally think I found the one
Can't get you out of my mind
Kind of ugly, but love is blind
I've got a crush
Think I've got a crush
I've got a crush
Think I've got a crush (on you)

Wow, I think I've got a crush ('ey!)
I think he's

I'm ready

Fuck all of the bitches who wanna fuck on my boyfriend
I make him lose his mind every day and every weekend, yeah

Smokin' on the latest shit
Kate Spade, all the hits
Hair up, hit the splits
Oh, he know I got it
Now we smokin' on exotic
Drunk on me, a

You're boring, you're boring, I'm bored
Punch, buggy, hatchback, pedal to the floor
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're wrong
You're so gay by katy perry, that's your favorite song
You're tired, you're tired, I'm dead
Cherry bomb, joan jett, goin' through my head
Goodbye, goodby

I'm hot and I'm cold
Like Naomi Campbell
I might throw my cell phone
But it's nothing you can't handle
Drink bubbly and I get sauced
Like a 90's Kate Moss
There might be a scandal
But it's nothing you can't handle

Yeah he thinks I'm crazy
Cus I'm spying and

There was something in me

(I see you looking at me)
(I see you looking at me)
(I see you looking at me)

Hey
You′re lookin' kinda ugly
(I see you looking at me)

Looking like zuckerberg, smelling like Kentucky
I don′t wanna fight
But I'm wondering
How

Pop star but I'm your boyfriend's favorite DJ
Pay me just to party and I show up in my PJs
Hiding from the scene, I'm not looking for no drama

Doing my own thing, mind my business in my Prada

Pop star fuck around and act like I'm a model
I don't like the cameras, but I lo

I'm a real pop girlie, no room for little posersI'm a real pop girlie, no room for little posers
Turn up one night, next morning not hungoverTurn up one night

Woah
Yeah
Hey
Oh
Yeah
Aye

(Boy you look like a cock-a-doodle-doo)
Ah
Aye
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah, here’s the track, yeah
(Ooh ah)

Y’all thought we left?
We’ll never leave
New York City to Atlanta, baby

Alright

Yeah I'm s

I'm in my bedroom
Playing Sims 2
What about you?

I'm in my own lane
Riding with the crew
Not thinking 'bout you

I'm at the party
Minding my business
I'm in my own lane
Minding my business

I'm in my room
Playing Sims
Minding my biz
You kno

Ask me if I care, no
Coco & Clair
How we like to party hardy and we get a little naughty
When I walk in the club, they say
'Treat like gold'
And I do what I want
You do what you're told

Not worried about no wild boy
Lookin' ass trick
And I wasn't before<