Woke up. Took a puff, on the way to work
On my hustle, on my grind, bitch, that's what I do
It's not about me, it's about you
It's about all the fucked up things you do
Girl, you gotta get your hustle on
Fuck these sorry motherfuckerse with the flip flops on
They best not to be twerking to your song, no Giselle
This flow is for the Glamazons, part gazelle
And I want to see you acting proud
Cause I'm coming up behind you with scabbard, strong
Leave that weak shit alone, you a party girl, homes
That chandelier was like a second house and this is not a home
Drinking merlot out the caske,
Getting drunk so act a ass
You tried to throw him out but you couldn't throw him out
'cause you'd knew you'd be alone like that
And now everybody think you crazy 'cause you kinda are
You throwing crossbones up trying to pack and get far
Stay at home at night 'cause you fucked up your car
I mean, when was the last time you saw a bar
And when was the last time you put on these heels?
And when was the last time you put on this wig?
And took a sip from the holy grail of life,
And got drunk and stayed out the whole night.
I'm a cold bitch. And you are too.
Because you're me, and bitch, I'm you.
So let's turn up some bodies, and slay on the streets
Bitch, we living in Pirate City. Cutthroat.
We living in Pirate City.