| My man says I’m a smoking gun
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| They call me cheap Champagne
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| But I’m his Dom Pérignon
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| Kids online say I have too much fun
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| I get high with the spotlight on
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| Baby when the crowd goes home
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| I’m all alone and I’ve got no one
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| Baby when the credits roll
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| No self control
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| I come undone
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| I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
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| I thought you knew I never answer my phone
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| I thought you knew I was a bitch
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| I got a driver so I’m never alone
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| I thought you knew I was a late night cat fight
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| Cocaine kid with a bad bite
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| Strung out on pills like Wall Street on a week night, oh
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| I thought you knew
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| My man calls me a setting sun
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| Pretty little Hollywood
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| Gonna have a Rolling Stone
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| Spread, page one
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| And credit cards are so much fun
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| Jesus won’t you save my soul
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| No self control
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| I come undone
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| I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
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| I thought you knew I never answer my phone
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| I thought you knew I was a bitch
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| I got a driver so I’m never alone
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| I thought you knew I was a late night cat fight
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| Cocaine kid with a bad bite
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| Strung out on pills like Wall Street on a week night, oh
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| I thought you knew
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| I thought you knew
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| Maserati gonna be here any minute now
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| Maserati gonna be here any minute now
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| I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
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| I thought you knew I never answer my phone
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| I thought you knew I was a bitch
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| I got a driver so I’m never alone
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| I thought you knew I was a late night cat fight
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| Cocaine kid with a bad bite
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| Strung out on pills like Wall Street on a week night, oh
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| I thought you knew
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| I thought you knew
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| I thought you knew |