Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you’re a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I’m a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool

Young pop star
I'm still killin' shit
Worked my guts out
So don't insinuate
Judgin' by your face
You done graduated
Two, three models wanna fornicate

I be all in the press
Still y’all be sleepin’ on me
They gon' pray ’til my death
Yeah, I'mma ghost on 'em
You know what I'm talkin’ 'bout
Tailored suit, always ballin' out
But you know where the chalk is, helpin' out
Buncha drums, I'mma have to air 'em out!

Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you're a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool

Look at my shine, it's a natural shine
Look at my wine, it's natural wine
Look at my dime, Goddamn she's fine
Blonde hair, clear skin, thank God she's mine!
Foolin' around
Puttin' food on the table, came straight from the ground
Farm the table, Bud and Mann
Look at Lil' Bill, he's grown, Goddamn
Some girl's on his cellphone, blowin' it up
See the bottom only drips, see the grapes in the cup
Thinkin' back, of bein' born and locks'd up
Got the box office poppin' when I step in the club
Choose to run outta wine
Deal with the bread
Any glass, pour a cloud like a cigarette, woah
Young with an 80s East, French-talk in Limousines
Sit back and watch a nigga get head, woah

Clothes worth thousands
Just got back from London
I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules
And you're a fool
You're a fool
I like using boys as tools, and that's cool
Looking really whorey in my Instagram story
Skirt so short I can barely lean forward
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool