Letras
Sometimes you want to hide away, but I feel better chasing cash
Don't even get angry when I'm mad
Just feel crazy when I crash
Foreign drive, can barely read the dash
Who am I, bitch, who are you to ask?
Okay, sorry if I flash
I know you're just attitude with ass
Remind me that I'm movin' way too fast
Didn't mean for tings to clash
And you know me, girl, they taught me class
How come you get cranky when I laugh, or angry when I cry