Lyrics
[Verse] black amex galore I don’t beef with bitches They such a bore I got plenty men Still i need more (more) To pick me up in A pink maserati I don’t do no ford (no, no) If it ain’t tom I’ll show him the door (door, Door) [chorus] New York heiress Fifth avenue Breakfast at citarellas I’m nyc’s cinderella, Mob daddies call me Massy Can’t mess with no NYC degeneracy That’s why they can’t stand me [verse] Play with me at your own risk (risk) My man bad, (bad) He pleads the fifth (fifth) You know daddy is filthy Rich (rich) i have a fatty, i am that bitch (bitch) Had Doctor Kane replace my hips (hips) Inject some Botox in their botched lips (lips) [Bridge] None of this is new to me. I'm used to this old money; I'm a go Getter… the way that my booty getting fatter you bitches are Getting madder. I run New York so opinions don’t matter. [chorus] New York Baddie Fifth avenue Breakfast at citarellas I'm nyc’s cinderella, Mob daddies call me Massy Can’t fuck with no NYC degeneracy That’s why they can’t stand me [Outro] Black amex galore! Upper East Side to Bee-EX, hold the door.. Pink whip, Massy with the fatty he wants more, (more,more) Cinderella? Not that fairy skit Breakfast at citarellas Heiress can’t mess with NYC degeneracy I run … they can’t stand me no more (more, more, more)