Short Shorts

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I feel the pain all in my mind
I feel the pain all of the time
I feel the pain like when it slap me
And now I'm feeling happy
Dap me up, bitch
We slick as fuck like slip in mud
You whack as fuck like stick in mud
I'm blasting off and you're a dud
Don't call me friend, I'm not your bud
I've worked too hard to get me here
You had just abandoned me
Like fuck the kids and disappear
I am just a single mom, I'm living in this misery
'Til I can find a richie and elope now buy me to the east
Smoking as gas is the bestest, ayy
My swag is definitely the freshest, ayy
I am always on my grind, ayy
Tеquila shot with the lime, uh
Like I don't likе wasting time
'Cause time is of the essence
Cock presence is a fucking present
Bow down, you a fucking peasant, ayy
I don't know you like that, uh
All my DolphinBoyz attack, ayy
Swag like I'm in the 80s
Short shorts and I'm feeling lazy
Yeah, in a month I make a rack
Yeah, I spend it all and I make it back
Yeah, that's the way you make it stack
Yeah, that's the way you fuck it up
Yeah, that's the way you wanna go
And now I make a lot of dough
And I ain't talking no pizza
I quit that shit, like see ya
I would never wanna be ya
I like to be myself
I like a big ole check, ayy
Bunch of zeros, they connect, ayy
How much you wanna bet that I can make a milly and wide up on a private jet?
And all my meals are delic
And all my hats are the finest
Now I don't need no fuckin' stylist
Yeah, you just want the truth from me so I guess I'll be completely honest
Yeah, I don't really wanna flex, I just wanna be myself, ayy
Classy bitch, I get the wealth, ayy
Killing shit that's for my health
I gotta buy that new house
Yes, I gotta cop that car
Ayy, this music taking me far
Like overseas and I'm gone, ooh