Better Than You
I turned my haters into fans
Swimming in my land
Walking on beaches, in the Malibu sand
I get bands, big, big bands
Wearing nice brands
Bitch I'm the Queen and they follow my command
Bitches wanna get mad when I show them up
I hurt these girls feelings not giving one fuck
Im a top two bitch and they know I'm number one
Better get used to me
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Inglewood in the building
Reppin' green to the ceiling
To the top making millions
Then to the heavens making billions
Man, I don't give a fuck
These bitches all suck
Get they bars written for them and be doin' mad drugs
And yes, I'll have a puff
But not this other stuff
Me and Mary Jane, that's my girl, that's my bud
But I got plans outside of these grams
In high school, I was stealing bitches' mans
Now I'm a rockstar, got my own fans
These bitches study me when I dropped they cram
Yeah, I'm riding this shit, Yike Mike on the beat
Any other bitch would've spit some weak
Yeah, my name ring bells it ain't never ringing cheap
He like a high-class bitch that's little and petite
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Bitch, you was talkin' bout me?
Tryna be me? Tryna be Miss Boujie?
Oh
I don't think she know
That I'm ice cold
There is no cracking the code
I fly so damn high
Higher than a kite
You can never kill my vibe
I'm Blair and you Serena
I wear fine cheetah
I be blasting loud on your speakers
My nickname is Miss Classy
Talk real sassy
Coke and the Henny in the backseat
Jokes, I crack big jokes
I'm better than these hoes
That just be sellin' they souls
Woah!
Did you hear me there?
Were you aware?
That your favorite rapper a square?
What? a what, what, what?
Your favorite a dud?
Yeah, they be sellin' they blood
Yeah, they be smokin' on bud
Be preaching they thugs
These niggas just wanna be loved
And I'm out calling they bluff
This hustle is tough
But I go beyond and above
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Swimming in my land
Walking on beaches, in the Malibu sand
I get bands, big, big bands
Wearing nice brands
Bitch I'm the Queen and they follow my command
Bitches wanna get mad when I show them up
I hurt these girls feelings not giving one fuck
Im a top two bitch and they know I'm number one
Better get used to me
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Inglewood in the building
Reppin' green to the ceiling
To the top making millions
Then to the heavens making billions
Man, I don't give a fuck
These bitches all suck
Get they bars written for them and be doin' mad drugs
And yes, I'll have a puff
But not this other stuff
Me and Mary Jane, that's my girl, that's my bud
But I got plans outside of these grams
In high school, I was stealing bitches' mans
Now I'm a rockstar, got my own fans
These bitches study me when I dropped they cram
Yeah, I'm riding this shit, Yike Mike on the beat
Any other bitch would've spit some weak
Yeah, my name ring bells it ain't never ringing cheap
He like a high-class bitch that's little and petite
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Bitch, you was talkin' bout me?
Tryna be me? Tryna be Miss Boujie?
Oh
I don't think she know
That I'm ice cold
There is no cracking the code
I fly so damn high
Higher than a kite
You can never kill my vibe
I'm Blair and you Serena
I wear fine cheetah
I be blasting loud on your speakers
My nickname is Miss Classy
Talk real sassy
Coke and the Henny in the backseat
Jokes, I crack big jokes
I'm better than these hoes
That just be sellin' they souls
Woah!
Did you hear me there?
Were you aware?
That your favorite rapper a square?
What? a what, what, what?
Your favorite a dud?
Yeah, they be sellin' they blood
Yeah, they be smokin' on bud
Be preaching they thugs
These niggas just wanna be loved
And I'm out calling they bluff
This hustle is tough
But I go beyond and above
I'm better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
But can't do what I do
What I do
I'm just better than you
I'm just better than you
They try to copy all my moves
Can't do what I do
What I do, I'm just better than you
Credits
Writer(s): Alyse Hayes, Michael Dunford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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