Brand New lyrics

[Chorus]
f*ck you, b*tch, my weave brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my shoes brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my fit brand new
And you know I throw a couple of bands, too
f*ck you, b*tch, my crib brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my whip brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my hair's brand new
Snatch your wig and your f*cking man, too

[Verse 1]
You know I keep my nails on fleek
My lashes turn them on when I blink
Eyebrows shaped up, real clean
And you know my shoe game real mean
She say, "Can I get a pic with the camera?
'Cause damn, girl, you look so familiar
Don't mean to drill you, but you one in a million
And the way you dressed, baby, you just hit the kill switch"
I got these b*tches mad, they upset
Tell they ass to get glad like a trash bag
[?] just to stay pretty on their trash ass
Somebody, please escort these b*tches to the trash can
He looked me up and down and asked me what my name is
Don't act like you don't know, b*tch, I can make you famous
You knew exactly who I was when I came in
And I taste good, I'm an edible arrangement
[Chorus]
f*ck you, b*tch, my weave brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my shoes brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my fit brand new
And you know I throw a couple of bands, too
f*ck you, b*tch, my crib brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my whip brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my hair's brand new
Snatch your wig and your f*cking man, too

[Verse 2]
I think she mad 'cause my hair is real long
She's like an Android, I'm like an iPhone
She's like copper, I'm more rose gold
[?], you should go home
Then try again 'cause something went wrong
Girl, you don't fit in, this is not where you belong
I keep it cool, but I don't be super friendly
'Cause females act like your friend, but they envy
I call them frenemy, a friend and an enemy
The b*tches ain't no kin to me, I'm focused on this winning streak
I'm not thinking 'bout no rumors or no jealousy
Can't give a damn what they say 'cause they ain't telling me
To sum it up, I'ma always f*ck it up
I'm on the winning team, you better get your buckets up
And you the runner up, but you ain't running nothing
Don't get it confused, b*tch, I'm not that brand new b*tch
[Chorus]
f*ck you, b*tch, my weave brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my shoes brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my fit brand new
And you know I throw a couple of bands, too
f*ck you, b*tch, my crib brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my whip brand new
f*ck you, b*tch, my hair is brand new
Snatch your wig and your f*cking man, too