Miley Cyrus lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm in this b*tch working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass b*tch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*tch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*tch n*gga, call him dyke

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this a money fight, n*gga, spend that sh*t on sight
I'm rocking hightop YSL designer
They like, "What's that smell?" Young n*gga, exotic
And I like that sh*t, young n*gga, I bought it
And I like that b*tch, might buy her
And I stack it up, count it up, thinking 'bout diamonds
Oh, you high? Well, lil' b*tch, I get higher
Yeah, think you fly, well, lil' n*gga, I'm flyer
And these hoes know my namе like that b*tch on a flyer
X, roll like a tirе
Bad b*tch f*ck me 'til she tired
Damn, he not having racks, he a liar
I'm a young boss and these f*ck n*ggas fired
Yeah, all-black fit, that's the perfect attire
I'm in a Rick Owens fit while I'm swerving these tires
Like I'm straight out of hell, a young n*gga on fire
Real young n*gga, I'm if lying, I'm flying
Damn, ain't no way I'm even trying
Doors go up, but I'm not suicidal (No)
[Interlude]
(Yeah, yeah, doors)
Rockstar life, n*gga, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, Miley Cyrus (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm in this b*tch working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass b*tch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*tch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*tch n*gga, call him dyke

[Verse 2]
Rockstar life, n*gga, Miley Cyrus
I keep it cool, n*gga, like an island
I'm rocking earftones, n*gga, sandman
I bust one jugg, n*gga, ten bands
Looking for my heart, baby, like the Tin Man
I'm smoking dope while I watch the sunset
Overseas drip, n*gga, PPFM
"This sh*t turnt, n*gga", that's what she said
"This sh*t lit, n*gga", that's what she said
Yeah, I'm smoking exotic while this bit' give me head
Yeah, my brother, he bleed red
Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to these folks 'cause I'm chasing this bread
Yeah, and it ain’t take time to get this fly, lil' b*tch, we been fresh
Man, I f*ck on that b*tch, call her best friend
[Chorus]
I'm in this b*tch working and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass b*tch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, ho, you might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my b*tch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' b*tch n*gga, call him dyke

[Outro]
He a lil' b*tch n*gga, call him dyke, dawg, oh yeah
Rockstar life, Miley Cyrus
Yeah
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)