| I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
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| I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
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| And I’m not proud of my address
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| In a torn-up town, no postcode envy
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| But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
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| Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room
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| We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams
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| But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
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| Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
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| We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair
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| And we’ll never be royals (royals)
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| It don’t run in our blood
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| That kind of luxe just ain’t for us
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| We crave a different kind of buzz
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| Let me be your ruler (ruler)
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| You can call me queen Bee
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| Baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule
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| Let me live that fantasy
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| My friends and I we’ve cracked the code
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| We count our dollars on the train to the party
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| And everyone who knows us knows that we’re fine with this
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| We didn’t come from money
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| But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
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| Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room
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| We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams
|
| But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
|
| Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
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| We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair
|
| And we’ll never be royals (royals)
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| It don’t run in our blood
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| That kind of luxe just ain’t for us
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| We crave a different kind of buzz
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| Let me be your ruler (ruler)
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| You can call me queen Bee
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| And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule
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| Let me live that fantasy |