Текст песни
I'm so slutty with my outfits
Think you something, doubt it
Miley Cyrus type beat, I'm climbing up these mountains
Sipping from a fountain
Making money counting
Making money counting
Making money counting
I don't wanna text or call
I need plastic surgery to cover up my flaws
Feel like Paris Hilton, I'm a whore and I won't stop
I need Robitussin and a couple of 8-balls
Bitch, I'm geeked up off a cart
Fuck a random at the mall
Drunk driving going 80
Coke up in my butt, it feels like the 80's
Couple bitches wanna rape me (save me)
Like a gem, bitch I'm rare
(Think that I came in her hair)
Dissipate into thin air
Russian roulette truth or dare
Blow my brains out on the air
I don't give a fuck or care
Play my music anywhere
Suck my dick and get the flu
Post your death on my YouTube
Bad to the bone just like Gru
Need attention, leak my nudes
So sadistic what to do
I'm pullin' up and you know I'm stuntin'
Double cup mix it with the Robitussin
Shut up bitch, yeah, I can't tell you nothing
Fuck this shit, let's quit all the fighting
Tongues lockin' in and the teeth are biting
Bitch hold up, let me catch my fuckin' lighting
On my own and I'm always fucking riding
Fake ass bitch and you never fuckin' sliding
I'm so slutty with my outfits
Think you something doubt it
Miley Cyrus type beat, I'm climbing up these mountains
Sipping from a fountain
Making money counting
Making money counting
Making money counting