Pipe Down

You only get one spin around You on that big fish in small town You wanna ice up until you drown (pipe down) You racing 'round for that triple crown I'm with a British bitch in London town I'm with the Brits, spendin' London pound I'll spend it all, just 'bout every ounce What's the conversion? I need it all, I need, I need to Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound I had a collar with a necktie I want my chicken with a pot pie They try to tell you to supersize Don't feel the side effects until you die They try to play you like the bad guy Look in the mirror, now I'm Michael Myers They run you down until you pop a tire I think it's still, I think it's still, I think it, I think it Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound Girl, you my spicy little tikka masala Got a dollar to your name, and you spend it on me This shit is free You should style at the Met Gala In a diamond dress, impressin' the paps with the designer set On your Lady Gaga, bitch, got the meat, they say you hot now Baby and they wantin' your seat, they say you hot now Baby, now they want you to speak, you know these niggas so snobby He wanna kiss on your feet To each his own now I wanna be that it boy who rockin' out in designer shoes Rock it out like I don't know dues Rock it out with a pound or two, yeah I don't really, yeah, I don't really miss it, oh, yeah Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound Pipe down, just pipe down If you listen, you can hear your heart pound Heart pound Girl, you my s-