Pop b*tches lyrics

by

Rebecca & Fiona


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind, what?
Don't get it twisted, I put you in a headlock
These pop b*tches make you f*cking sick, right?
We party hard, they call the cops, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
Teenage skanks got nothing on me
Pop b*tches got nothing on me
I scratch 'til it bleeds
All you b*tches got nothing on me
Nothing on me

[Chorus]
I pay no mind, yeah
The world is mine, yeah
I just got signed, yeah
I pay no mind, yeah
Pop b*tches

[Verse 2]
You can take all my money
I can always make more, what?
Rip my style, and I'll see you in court
These pop b*tches make me f*cking sick, uh
We party hard, they call the cops, c'mon

[Pre-Chorus]
Teenage skanks got nothing on me
Pop b*tches got nothing on me
I scratch 'til it bleeds
All you b*tches got nothing on me
Nothing on me

[Chorus]
I pay no mind, yeah
The world is mine, yeah
I just got signed, yeah
I pay no mind, yeah
I pay no mind, yeah
The world is mine, yeah
I just got signed, yeah
I pay no mind, yeah
Pop b*tches

[Outro]
Pop b*tches

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