| I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
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| I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
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| And I’m not proud of my address
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| In the torn up town
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| No post code envy
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| But every song’s like gold teeth, Grey Goose
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| Tripping in the bathroom
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| Blood stains, ball gowns
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| Trashing the hotel room
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| We don’t care
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| We’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams
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| But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach
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| Diamonds on your timepiece
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| Jet planes, islands
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| Tigers on a gold leash
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| We don’t care
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| We aren’t caught up in your love affair
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| And we’ll never be royals (royals)
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| It don’t run in our blood
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| That kind of lux just ain’t for us
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| We crave a different kind of buzz
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| Let me be your ruler (ruler)
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| You can call me queen bee
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| And I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule
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| Let me live that fantasy
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| My friends and I we’ve cracked the code
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| We count our dollars on the train to the party
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| And everyone who knows us knows
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| That we’re fine with this
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| We didn’t come from money
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| We’re bigger than we ever dreamed
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| And I’m in love with being queen
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| Life is great, without a care
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| We aren’t caught up in your love affair |