Текст песни
Yeah, I cut the line, went first, I took the top
While Lana Del Rey in your AirPods never stops
I wanted to run this whole building like a boss
And I did, you didn't, now you're mad as hell, of course
Yeah, playing popstar's hard, it's not for everyone
So go cry it out, I'm busy being number one
Girl, you don't move an inch without a producer's hand
So close that mouth, sit down, you'll understand
'Cause you a bad bitch, but you belong down low
Wanted superstar, number one, now look how far you fell, though
Lower than low, straight past the floor, straight to the cold
You wanted the crown so bad, now you're rock-bottom, bold
You a bad bitch, but you belong down low
Wanted superstar, number one, now look how far you fell, though
Lower than low, straight past the floor, straight to the cold
You wanted the crown so bad, now you're rock-bottom, bold
Yeah, it's 2 a.m., and she's out by the highway
Says it's the only way left if she's trying to get paid
Maybe you ride in cars, tinted glass, big flex
But it's all just smoke for the camera, deadass, facts
I almost feel bad you're broke-broke, it's showing
And that small-town vibe still clings to you, it's glowing
Girl, you don't move an inch without a producer's hand
So close that mouth, sit down, you'll understand
'Cause you a bad bitch, but you belong down low
Wanted superstar, number one, now look how far you fell, though
Lower than low, straight past the floor, straight to the cold
You wanted the crown so bad, now you're rock-bottom, bold
