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Don't know how lucky you are Daddy held your hand until your mommy bought your new car Don't know how petty I am Sittin in the corner yea I'm sure you'll be a big star Queen cash is comin' on through Actin' like I really fuckin owe you Don't know lucky you are Fake it till ya make it yea I know you'll be a big star Oh Oh Oh Oh How much you drop on them Jewels And the clothes you got on? How much you pay for that car And that house that you own? How many times you lit a candle Cause the lights ain't come on? I bet you spent a pretty penny on That chick that you bone My god the caucasity Then you got the nerve How dare you have the audacity? You fake as Kardashians oh my god the kardasity You high and saditty, my city counting the casualties Say money, money, money I need me some money now Money gone done moved on over to the privileged part of town Say money, money, money I need me some money now Money gone done moved on over To the privileged part of town You swipe in didn't take much Head is swellin' up you got the Midas touch Gold goblet drink it on down Peter piper never lookin better with a gold crutch Piecemeal Im playin my dues Fuckin' with the fake until I earn a pair a new shoes Queen cash is coming on through Actin like I really fuckin owe you don't you Owe you don't you Oh yea Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy The way I'm chasing this paper The way I'm chasing the dream I always feel like a fiend I know I seem a little vicious But I'm really a queen Don't settle less for anyone I can't just do everything Nothing new under sun the but Some of this shit anything The way the people feed in It's so engaging to them I'm tryna get in my zen And have zillion in yen And build a bridge and get over it With a crib at the end Sometimes I'm thirsty for attention But I reel that shit in Because I know that validation Only comes from within You see me A duffle bag and a ballpoint pen Call me queen cash I get it poppington I'm grinding for way more than a Benz You can't see the vision Then clean your lenses Circle tight Real close More than your friends is And keep a watchful eye For the pretenders With our hand out Peace I'm not a lender And if it ain't about money Return to sender And if it ain't about money then you best Return to sender Piece meal Im playin my dues Fuckin' w the fake until I earn a pair a new shoes Queen cash is coming on through Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you Actin' like I really fuckin owe you don't you
Writer(s): Andrew Loper Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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