Twenty-four bands and a bad bitch
You think that you have it
Pretty little thing's gonna burn you
Glitter in my drink like a savage
I stay for a habit
Pretty little face I'ma show you
Roll up in your Ferrari but you can't come to the party
I roll up in a hot box, smoke one, five shots
Baby I got my own don't really care about what you think
Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink
You're fucking with a cool girl
I'ma play a cool girl, cool girl
Money in the bank doing magic
Get paid for the status
Hundred dollar change when it come through
Paper in my bag fuck the plastic
They call me a classic
Everything you hear bet it's all true
Roll up in your Ferrari but you can't come to the party
I roll up in a hot box, smoke one, five shots
Baby I got my own don't really care about what you think
Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink
You're fucking with a cool girl
I'ma play a cool girl, cool girl
Rubber bands in my hair
Glitter on my lips
Bands in my hair
Glitter on my lips
Rubber bands in my hair
Glitter on my lips
Bands in my hair
Glitter on my lips
I got my own don't really care about what you think
Boy no thank you I don't need you to buy me a drink
You're fucking with a cool girl