Las Vegas

[Intro]
This is a real dirty pop exclusive

[Verse 1]
Woah, woah, woah
Hit me on the phone
Slash my fuckin' throat
Yeah, my body’s so cold
Go, go, go
I saw her on the fl-o-o-oor
No, no, no
I don't even know her

[Pre-Chorus]
She's in her high heels and
I’m in my mood swings again
Dance with the devil in Vegas

[Chorus]
I'm not ever coming home (Woah, oh-oh)
Chanel tombstone
I blew a bag on a new nose
Sold out shows, designer clothes
Just bury me in the snow

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go
Diamond earrings, all you see is bling, bling
Are you scared of me? (Are you scared of me?)

[Verse 2]
Fuck fame, they just call me by my stage namе
I can't avoid the cameras, always in my fuckin' face
I'm on thе boulevard in an all black fit
I'm in a foreign car with an anorexic bitch

[Instrumental Outro]