Breakfast at Tiffany's in bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favorite things Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who would've thought it'd turn me to a savage Rather be tied up with cars and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing My smile is gleaming, my skin is beaming The way it shines, I know you've seen it I bought a crib just for the closet Both his and hers, I want it, I got it I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it Want it, I got it Oh, you like my edgy things, just bought it I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it Oh, oh Yeah, my receipts, me look at my phone numbers If it ain't money, you're wrong numbers Black cards, my business card Don't wait, be setting that tone for me I don't mean to brag, but I feel like I'm in the bag When you see them hands Breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos don't like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines Buy myself all of my favorite things Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who would've thought it'd turn me to a savage Rather be tied up with cars and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I say