Ily, like, when you played the fucking keyboard, I was stupid drunk, you know, like, it was the wrong, I was just incoherent, get away from me, bitch Sweeter than a motherfucking snow cone Sassy little bitch, I'm lippin' so cold Booty gettin' fat and me a Gladstone Cotton candy drip down to my ankles Sweeter than a motherfucking snow cone Sassy little bitch, I'm lippin' so cold Booty gettin' fat and me a Gladstone Cotton candy drip down to my ankles Call your sugar daddy cause he blowin' up my phone I don't need his money, bitch, I get it on my own I don't need to flex, oh honey, they already know Don't be mad at me cause they keep beggin' me for more Bang it up, ping it up, pick it up, hit it up, on to the next one, give it up Hop on top, then I drop you off, then I vroom, vroom, quick enough And I don't say sorry, sorry, I don't really want to, want to Sweeter than a motherfucking snow cone Sassy little bitch, I'm lippin' so cold Booty gettin' fat and me a Gladstone Cotton candy drip down to my ankles A little possessive, over obsessive Recklessly reckless and I'm just a Thrift store sweater with the holes Cute but I need a little soul I'm prose, act dependent, attack when defenseless Not such a bad bitch when I'm on my own Thrift store sweater with the holes Faded, left sitting at home Thrift store sweater with the holes Cute but I need a little soul Thrift store sweater with the holes Faded, left sitting at home