I pick it up and take it down They can kiss the ring But they'll never take the crown It ain't over till the fat lady take a bow
I'm cashing out I'm cashing out She's in last season's sweater I wore it last season better They're chasing after Brooke Candy But they know they'll never get her It's Morano Laurent It's McQueen or Celine Got these bitches so jealous I hope they look good in green I'm on everyone's radar I bet that's why they hate her I'm in red bottoms baby But I'll slip em' off later Couple shots, it's a blur Someone call me a car Man this wrist is so icy Gucci Mane is like Buurrr
I'm a grown queen, doing grown things Tryna find my hand underneath the gold rings