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Featuring Azealia Banks Move back, I'm on ya New black Madonna You lack persona, you stacks up on a Only do zeros when it's plus commas Comma, comma, comma The queen in this bitch All my diamonds royal blue Taylor gang, only team I'm loyal to Tell 'em bring the bottles out Bring the red bottoms out Pointin' at the map I just pick a island out Best believe I'm out chea Broke bitches hidin' now No really I'm watcha niggas fighting 'bout Versace for the duffel Pardon if I'm a fool But I'm a bad bitch Diamond covered muzzle And all you hating bitches Always gonna struggle I just do the Loubies and Stun and cop a couple doubles Songtexte Motherfucka bitch hatin I'm getting too much money When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny Uh, Dark red lipstick on 6 inch pumps I'm about to do me tonight Sitting on the passenger's side Let my best friend drive We all on 'bout to get right Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight We all on 'Bout to get right These bitches don't know Got the liz in escro They need to let it go Stuffin lissles fo sho Yall bitches sophomores, I mastered the whole course That whippin show forward, I'm flippin out both doors Dark skin, slim bad bitch, you so cute Petite rich, some sweetness, I'm vonch too My thesis, new kick toes, yo Monroe You peep these bitches, looking for loopholes and weakness Kill em on the constant, it's this shit they ain't seen it Young behind my mama, all the bunch with the skijet Notice I'm a problem, bitches they can't breathe yet Trend setter mama, swept me much my weave wet Uh, Dark red lipstick on 6 inch pumps I'm about to do me tonight Sitting on the passenger's side Let my best friend drive We all on 'bout to get right Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight We all on 'Bout to get right I'm like eenie meenie minee moe Which one of you all wanna get my bow Better hit that pole Then hit that floor My shit so potent gotta hit that slow Slow, slow, slow You get that, I get the dough Dough, dough, dough I'll get king and check that ho All these bitches scared you Could tell 'em that I said so Beggin' for a yes you could tell em that I said no Saint Laurent on her lips Gold Rolley on her wrist The ass thick enough For the whole wide world to kiss Fuck two lips, just put your two lips on My two lips Let me show you how to do this Motherfucka bitch hatin I'm getting too much money When it gets cold I take my bitches where it's sunny Uh, Dark red lipstick on 6 inch pumps I'm about to do me tonight Sitting on the passenger's side Let my best friend drive We all on 'bout to get right Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight We all on 'Bout to get right We all on 'Bout to get right We all on 'Bout to get right We all on 'Bout to get right Aus Songtexte Mania