Doja Cat - Streets

I'ma sound the alarm, I'ma call up Diana
I'ma tell her, "Get the truck, I'ma go get the work"
I'ma drive down to Hills with a stack in the Birkin
I'ma make it all back, I'ma hit a new slurpin'
I be biting my nails when I'm patiently waitin'
'Cause this pu- is juicy, he gon' have to pay me
I ain't talkin' a - but I need all my currency
Seduce him with the sight and give him what he tryna see
I could be your supermodel if you believe
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don't see myself, why they all look like me?
I don't see myself, why they all taste like? Uh
(Boy, you write your name, I can do the same)
Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la
All of that body-ody, the-ody, the-ody
Ooh-wee, do you think you can beat?
Oh baby, let me come bleed, uh, huh (Oh)
(Doja Cat and oh)
Oh, every time I take a break the game be so boring (Boring)
Pretty like Naomi, Cassie, plus Lauren (Lauren)
Spittin' like Weezy, Foxy, plus Lauryn (Lauryn)
Ball like the Ramons, See me, 3-2-1, they su-(-su-)
Check, check, check
Them chickens jackin' my style
They copy my money, but swear they ain't read the cheque
That ghost on my money, still making a mess
That pretty I'ms on my ass, I'm Nicki Minaj, but you my son
(Buyer beware, rich)
When I dress, talk that mess, make that money
No dummy, yes
I heard you, uh, huh (Ooh)
(Doja Cat and oh)
Being so cute and I'm flat, man
I'ma go check the tag, man
I ain't never take it off, though
I'm 'bout to pop off, though (Hmm)
I'm a whole - bridge, c'mon, man
Peep the era that I'm in
I'm poppin' on the top, but I ain't Janet
Jackson, I'm poppin' pills, man
I ain't got a man and
I never tell 'em where I'm 'bout to be
I'm finna gettin' better, that's what they don't see
Mm, check, check, check
Them chickens jackin' my style (Ooh)
They copy my money, but swear they ain't read the cheque (Ooh)
That ghost on my money, still making a mess
That pretty I'ms on my ass, I'm Nicki Minaj, but you my-
(Oh)
(Doja Cat and oh)
I don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain, babe
I'm a - with the silver tongue, yeah
And run right back to my streets...
Yeah, yeah
Run right back
I said, "Hey, that's my-" but I'm a bad boy
Runnin' laps 'round this track like a athlete
Who'd have thought I'd be good for you? Well, geez (Geez)
Write my name on big-boy ice, that's a cool re-
I saw you actin' out on screen when I was f- te-
I ain't dumb, dumb
You and your fancy cars, you would never get far
Lay down, face up, rinse with this gear (Eh)
Keep chips dipped like mise in the rear
Chippy, chippy, the chips, where they look like chips ahoy
I bet you I'd get 'em sprung on me if they get a taste of milks
I'm the move, move, beep, beep, girl, you got to go
If you wanna see me next to you, you better make some room
I ain't trickin', if I got it then it's mine
I don't flirt with b-, I send them the-", ooh