Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars
Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars

Feeling like that bitch, all-black Rick fit
Designer problems, designer riches
Into a party straight out of Project X
I met a rich nigga, we had some rich sex
My body lookin' right in my Mugler
Even my toenails match my underwear

Pull up in some shit you've never seen
My pussy clean, these niggas green
That's why me and my bitches gettin' all they green
Nothing come between me and my things
Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Celine
I'm a high-fashion bitch
None of these bitches can match the wrist
None of these bitches can rap like this

Fuck cars, drivers on deck all night
Fuck the law, I'm tryna act real bad tonight
Fuck that bitch, she could've been up eatin' with me
Fuck that nigga, he mad he can't eat this pussy
Duck nails, feelin' very Y2K
Woke up moody, who the fuck wan' fight today?

Ten, ten, tens all across the board (Ten)
When he with you, bitch, he always bored
When he with me, we on one accord
It's always foreigns, never Honda Accords (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 5: CLIP]
Out the cut, but I wanna go to bed
Bitches lurkin' when they could be makin' bread
Miu Miu, I don't know, now do you
Go on Vogue, I'm a rapper on the runway too

Bad, bad bitches in my entourage
Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars
Ain't no standouts, bitch, we all stars
Big black trucks like: Fuck cars

All my bitches with the shit, I'm really rich
All my niggas scammin' shit, it's always hits
When you with me, bitch, we always hit
When you with me, bitch, he ain't shit
Bad bitches with designer glow
Bad bitches with designer glow
I'm a star, ho, bitch, I glow
Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show