Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles

Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble

Lashes and diamonds, ATM machinesBuy myself all of my favourite things, yeah

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch

Who would have thought it'd turn me to a savage?

Rather be tied up with calls and not strings

Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah



My wrist, stop watchin', my neck is flossy

Make big deposits, my gloss is poppin'

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it, yeah



I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yep)



Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no "Mrs"

Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches

I'd rather spoil all my friends with my riches

Think retail therapy my new addiction

Whoever said money can't solve your problems

Must not have had enough money to solve 'em

They say, "Which one?", I say, "Nah, I want all of 'em"

Happiness is the same price as red-bottoms



My smile is beamin' (yeah), my skin is gleamin' (is gleamin')

The way it shine, I know you've seen it (you've seen it)

I bought a crib just for (just for) the closet (closet)

Both his and hers, I want it, I got it, yeah



I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it

I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it (baby)

You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it (oh yeah)

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (yep)



Yeah, my receipts be lookin' like phone numbers

If it ain't money, then wrong number

Black card is my business card

The way it be settin' the tone for me

I don't mean to brag, but I be like, "Put it in the bag", yeah

When you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass, yeah