I just woke up and I gotta thank God that I'm pretty
A hundred-thousand bitches in the world and can't nan' one fuck with me
Yeah, you can see it from the front
'Cause the back shots bussin' like a semi
I keep my waist on slim and bank account on heavy
I'm feelin' like 50 'cause these men, I got too many
I think I'm most wanted, 'cause these bitches wanna end me
Blow the 'za in the wind and let 'em go like the fucks I'm giving
A hunnid-million niggas in the world and can't not one fuck with me

I count blue bill dollars in your face (in your face)
Gotta thick bitch shakin' in the A (God damn)
I don't care, I can't feel no type of way (huh?)
On an island where I spend a holiday (okay)
How you real, but, you fuckin' with a lame? (Okay)
Keep it real, I be singin' through the pain (uh, uh)
That's my twin, if I cock, he gon' bang (boom boom)
Chopper dance, chopper sing, chopper rain
This some rich shit, put a hunnid dollars on my bitches
Wishes, got the finest nigga doin' dishes (uh)
Kisses, he gon' give the kitty when he finish (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Spinach, I been countin' money for a minute
On the real, you can call me when you sad (when you sad)
Pull it over, we can do it in the back (in the back)
Keep it real, you never seen it like that (like that)
If it's real, tell these hoes where you at

I just woke up and I gotta thank God that I'm pretty
A hundred-thousand bitches in the world and can't nan' one fuck with me
Yeah, you can see it from the front
'Cause the back shots bussin' like a semi
I keep my waist on slim and bank account on heavy
I'm feelin' like 50 'cause these men, I got too many
I think I'm most wanted, 'cause these bitches wanna end me
Blow the 'za in the wind and let 'em go like the fucks I'm giving
A hunnid-million niggas in the world and can't not one fuck with me

I've been givin' niggas hell for a minute
And anything you see these bitches doin' I invented (yeah)
Bitches think they fly, they ain't even got the spirit
Ass got the British boys on rock like Plymouth (huh)
Look at me and look at you, what's the pros and cons?
I'm a pro and you a con
What the fuck is you on?
Angel's face, he's in heaven, it's the scent of my thong
And every time he missin' me, he masturbate to my songs
Oh, you like me? Then heart eyes my photo
Don't do it from no finsta, let all these hoes know
Said I wanted sushi, so, he flew me to Kyoto
Runnin' through Rodeo, he ain't trippin' off the total (ah)
Just looked at myself in the mirror, shit I just might tip me (shit I just might tip me)
He told me that I taste like sugar, and that's cause my name Saweetie

I just woke up and I gotta thank God that I'm pretty
A hundred-thousand bitches in the world and can't nan' one fuck with me
Yeah, you can see it from the front
'Cause the back shots bussin' like a semi
I keep my waist on slim and bank account on heavy
I'm feelin' like 50 'cause these men, I got too many (oh, woah)
I think I'm most wanted, 'cause these bitches wanna end me
Blow the 'za in the wind and let 'em go like the fucks I'm giving (oh, woah)
A hunnid-million niggas in the world and can't not one fuck with me