Range Rover

I rather cry in a Range Rover
This ain't no break down, it's a break-up
And when I wake up, get that cake up
I treat that shit like it's my birthday

I spend that shit like it's my birthday
I get that shit off on my worst day
And why these niggas be on broke shit?
And why they hoes be on hoe shit?

Bitches follow me, and think they know shit
Hands all on my knees, he watch me throw it
Throwing that shit back, he watch me throw it
Throwing yo' lil' fit, watch me ignore it

You can't put your lips all on my shit
Watch me pour it
He gon' put them kisses on my neck
Bitch, where the ice at?