Love/Hate to be a Player - Princess Superstar

I’m in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket

Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures

Bitches see me, they wanna be me And all the brothers run to them cuz they can’t reach me For real maybe I’m magic, everyone David Coppafeel

Automatically grab it Diva Don’t fuss believe me, you built like a bus

I’m a jump you like Kneival in a rush, please

I got a Ph. D a playa hatin degree when it ain’t me check me University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac

Alls that so wack, hiphop hits gone bad, but that brag dag, it’s temptin

Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin

I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel

Rock?

Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell

Smack like a Bonne Bell

Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that

It’s Rap gettin tired

Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin

Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin

You Don’t Blowfish?

Hmm.

Let me finish, I’m a step wit

Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip

Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit

Damn I did it (what for?)

Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more

Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack, need some caramel in the back

And since you askin lick me like Baskin

Like you Robbin cream/where you been?

Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2

Oh no shoot, Hal’s gone crazy, Amazing, Grace