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Walking Fashion Statement Explicit contentE

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Lyrics

Chorus

I wake up looking nasty, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

My ass crack is showing, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

I get so faded, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

I'm drunk again, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

Verse 1

I don't care, I-I just pop it, shop it, rock it and drop it

I got my own money, so I can afford to go crazy

I can't help it, I-I just want it, need it, grab it and cop it

I do what I want 'cause I'm bad and I'm braggy, oh woah

Verse 2

But what about my reputation? I'm a walking fashion statement (Woo!)

I ain't tripping 'cause my shoes match my handbag (Woo!)

And my bag match my attitude (Woo!)

And I love my body 'cause it's fine as hell (Woo!)

I got the money, I'm a big time seller (Yeah!)

If you hate, you can go buy a bottle and sip on it (Hey!)

Or you can buy a bottle and dip in it (Hey!)

If they ask who your daddy is, tell 'em Nicki did it (Haha!)

Chorus

I'ma party this week, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

Ain't no club I can't beat, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

I be talking out my neck, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

It's the way that I flex, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

Verse 3

Ain't no money on my credit, you can check it (Check it, check it)

They be mad 'cause I spend it, I'ma flex it (Flex it, flex it)

Hit the mall and I wreck it, I'm obsessed, I can't help it (Can't help it)

And they mad 'cause I dress it, I impress, ain't no secret (Ain't no-)

I'm the first, never second, I'm a queen, I don't reckon (No-)

They be jealous, can you help 'em? (Can you help?)

I'ma keep 'em all guessin' (Guessin'), I got 'em all messin' (Messin')

You can call me a lesbian (Ooh, oh)

Verse 4

But I'm married to the money, 'cause these boys be actin' funny (Ooh, ooh)

I don't need a man to feed me, I got racks, I'm eating yummy (Yum-)

I just came off the plane, got my passport stamped (Woo!)

You a wannabe, yeah, you a lame, just a tramp (Yeah!)

And the Queenie back in style, so I'ma take a bow (Yeah!)

Put your hands together, everybody, 'cause I'm outta town (Onward!)

And they mad 'cause I said it, I'ma say it, can you help it? (Hey!)

I'm the best, don't repel it, yeah, I tell 'em, you can smell it (Hey!)

When you mad, better mask it, can I ask it? You just mad 'cause you asskask! (Hahaha!)

Chorus

My boyfriend's jealous, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

He see I'm popular, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

I party too hard, but what can, I-ee-ee, say?

But if you ain't talkin' money, what can, I-ee-ee, say?

Outro

What, what, what can I say?

What, what, what can I say?

What, what, what can I say?

It's the way that I flex, but what can I say?

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