Na-na-na-na-na-a
Na-na-na-na-na
(Hm-hm-hm)
Millionairess from the slums
I’ve turned on my Barbie-mod
They come like a museum
Into my mile-long wardrobe (Wow)
Financial cushion – heavy sleep
All of my lines – pure first-chop
I can build a whole house
Out of my platinum CDs
I’ma uncatchable (Yeah)
When we’re in club
There’s a smoke cloud in here
I’m so hot, they think, I’ma superhero (I am)
Maybe, getting into the Beamer
Last baby in Paris, spinning just like “Katrina”
Malibu, mommy-'Rari, I can cover all your bills
Smell of lips in your bedroom — it’s a Barbie from the slums
I’ll take, mommy-'Rari, on my own private jet
Smell of lips in your bedroom — it’s a Barbie from the slu-u-ums
«MAY» to the «BE», to the «BA», to the «BY» (Yeah)
Bae, no offence meant, queen back to the beat
If you will give me money for a feat
You will run out of money for life (Oh yeah)
“Baby, you are no longer who you used to be”
Real, then I wasn't a millionairess
I’ma tagging rhymes from jigsaw puzzles (Aha)
Baby, I’ma proser who writes songs about bunnies
Slay ya with flex ah (Wow), I’ma Bebe Rexha
Lux-bitch, packs, getting to a zip lock racks ah
Make some noise, your dibs are chips ah
My team is gang, like Timati with Alexa
Yeah, yo, I’ma identical to Jennie
Luscious babe, my lippy lips – sweet caramel (A)
If May's around, it's time to forget your fame (Bye)
You're out of Glory, but you're not karrambaby
Malibu, mommy-'Rari, I can cover all your bills
Smell of lips in your bedroom — it’s a Barbie from the slums
I’ll take, mommy-'Rari, on my own private jet
Smell of lips in your bedroom — it’s a Barbie from the slu-u-ums