Hmm

Yo

Nails shine like Christmas

Heels on six inches

Waist cinched, Mugler fit

You can't have this, you can't hit this

Pin up girl on that poster

Say so like I'm Doja

Icy, wifey

Body shape Coca-Cola

Lips pink like peaches

Money long like beaches

Rolls Royce, screeching

Rolex, gleaming (ha)

Blonde hair, yeah, I bleached it (ah)

You can call me Khaleesi (that's right)

I stay up on my queen shit

Up here, the haters look teeny tiny (oh)

Baby, you're that bitch

That-that you're that bitch

That-that baby, you're

All my girls feel the bassline

Ponytail to the waistline (done)

Throw it back, baby, take time (uh-uh)

Money talks and I make mine (ha)

All my girls feel the bassline (ha)

Ponytail to the waistline (ha)

Throw it back, baby, take time

Money talks and I make mine (ah-ha)

Let them know (oh, let them know)

'Cause they can run they mouth (oh-woah, yeah)

But I'ma stand and pose for you (stand and pose for you)

'Cause baby you're that, bitch ('cause you're that, yeah)

Let them know (ooh-ooh)

Oh, baby, let them know (tellin' me what)

'Cause they can run they mouth (ooh-woah)