[Chorus]
Yeah, better than you, look
Better than you, look, bitch, better than you, smell
Better than you, taste, better than you, face
Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look
Bitch, I'm better than you
That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm
Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got (What?)
Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who?
Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than (And who?)
[Verse 1]
I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors (Mirrors)
Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear (Clear)
Feelin' like losing my biggest fear (Fear)
I do it bigger than bitches' veneers (Veneers)
They throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers (Cheers)
You ain't on my level, bitches' tears (Tears)
All my cars is chauffeured
I ain't touch door handles in years (Uh-huh)
Hoes gotta talk behind my back (My back)
'Cause that's where them hoes be at (Be at)
'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see (Gon' see)
This fat ass and this long-ass weave (Uh-huh)
I'm doin' shit they can't believe (Believe)
I'm doin' shit that they can't fathom (Huh)
Seven years off and it's still a classic
Seven years off and you still ain't passin', uh (Ah)
Eating hoes up, huh, give me a napkin (A napkin, ayy)
Yeah, bitches is hurt, ooh, get 'em an aspirin (Huh)
Daddy, take me to Aspen (Mhm)
I wanna twerk in a cabin (Yeah)
Pretty hoes do what they want
Ooh, that's the law of attraction
[Chorus]
Yeah, how I'm doin'
Better than you (Better than who?)
Better than you look, bitch (Than who?), better than you, smell (Taste)
Better than you, taste (Um), better than you, face (Dumb)
Better than you, huh (Ah, ah), everything better than you, look (Ah)
Bitch, I'm better than you (Than you)
That's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm (And who? And who?)
Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hoes, I got
Nothin' better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who? (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than
[Verse 2]
Face bomb, my body galore (Yeah)
I'm at the game, it gotta be floor
Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore
Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor
You know these bitches ain't got no taste (No)
You know these hoes ain't got no place (No)
You know these hoes ain't got no style (Haha)
I pop out when the crowd go wild
I show them how to be sex-sexy
She ain't dress like that 'fore she met me
Baby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak
Bitches wanna steal my whole technique
Now that I got it, huh (Got it), baby, I'm polished (Polished)
Can't be modest, I'm too poppin' (Poppin')
Believe me, I tried it (Uh)
Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids, huh
These broke hoes make my coochie itch (Uh)
Can't no nigga ever braid on me, I don't care who he get (No)
I stay in the newest shit, my hair and my jewelry lit (Yeah)
If I like it, get two of it
On the phone with my man like, "Ooh, I would look cute in this" (Ah)
[Bridge]
Bitch, I'm better than you
Always better than you
Way more bread than you
Give better head than you
Always stand on you
Hoes be prostitutes, uh-huh
Ahahaha
