Miley Cyrus

I'm in this bitch with Clayco Yeah I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night Early morning, gotta catch my flight Badass bitch told me I don't play nice And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right" I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke Yeah, this a money fight, nigga, spend that shit on sight I'm rockin' hightop YSL designer They like, "What's that smell?" Young nigga, exotic And I like that shit, young nigga, I bought it And I like that bitch, might buy her And I stack it up, count it up, thinkin' 'bout diamonds Oh, you high? Well, lil' bitch, I get higher Yeah, think you fly, well lil' nigga, I'm flyer And these hoes know my name like that bitch on a flyer X, roll like a tire Bad bitch fuck me 'til she tired Damn, he not havin' racks, he a liar I'm a young boss and these fuck niggas fired Yeah, all-black fit, that's the perfect attire I'm in a Rick Owens fit while I'm swervin' these tires Like I'm straight outta hell, a young nigga on fire Real young nigga, I'm if lyin', I'm flyin' Damn, ain't no way I'm even tryin' Doors go up, but I'm not suicidal (Nah, yeah, yeah dawg) Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus Yeah, Miley Cyrus (yeah) I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night Early morning, gotta catch my flight Badass bitch told me I don't play nice And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right" I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus I keep it cool, nigga, like an island I'm rockin' earth tones, nigga, sandman I bust one jugg, nigga, ten bands Lookin' for my heart, baby, like the tin man I'm smokin' dope while I watch the sunset Overseas drip, nigga, PPFM "This shit turnt, nigga", that's what she said "This shit lit, nigga", that's what she said Yeah, I'm smokin' exotic while this bitch give me head Yeah, my brother, he bleed red Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to these folks 'cause I'm chasin' this bread Yeah, and it ain't take time to get this fly, lil' bitch, we been fresh And I fuck on that bitch, call her best friend I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night Early morning, gotta catch my flight Badass bitch told me I don't play nice And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right" I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke Yeah, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke, dawg Oh, yeah! Rockstar life, Miley Cyrus Yeah, dawg I'm in this bitch with Clayco