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I’m not gonna sit and talk about bling this and that

But I will vocalize to you how I feel about rap

I don’t gang bang man and I’m afraid of guns

I don’t get high or drink Hennessey to have my fun

So how the hell can I relate to what these rap stars talk?

Fuckin tons of model bitches and doin the c-walk

I buy my clothes from old navy and my shoes from payless

But fuckin guaranteed I look better than the rest

With hair to my waist and pedicured toes

Perty ass eyes and a prominent nose

Men be wantin to take me out of town to show me good times

Feedin me steaks and tryin to get me to sip wine

But that shit aint for me- I’m a simple ass bitch

Who knows she looks good- can’t you tell by my switch?

I don’t front or act dumb and desire your cash

I don’t care about your car and how much your rims flash

You could pick me up in a pinto and I’ll still ride or die

Because your car or lack thereof don’t make me less fly

Oh- you want my number because you think that I’ll fuck?

Because you got on platinum and you drive a nice truck?

Come at me with intelligence dawg and maybe we can talk

We can match wits and compare game while we take a long walk

Why you tryin to show out to impress me, hun?

I can buy my own jewelry and get my own nails done

That Phat Farm shirt don’t make my eyes spark

Who can see it anyway? The club is dark

So stop tryin to front about your job and shit

As long as you get yours-then handle it

Yeah-money is cool and I could always use more

But if your bankrupt kid, I won’t walk out that door

If you have a brain that you use and we can vibe cool

If you don’t talk a lot of shit and act a fool

You can roll with this white chick if that’s what you want

You don’t need no bling, baby- I’m enough to flaunt