[Intro]
Yeah… uh.
High heels on the dashboard, tears on the leather
It cost to be me — and I paid every measure.
Big drip, big risk — don’t play with her.
Aye… yeah.
[Hook]
Big money, big whips, big pressure on me
All this gold on my neck got it heavy, homie.
Fancy clothes, but the pain still dressing on me
I’m a trophy and a target — keep that weapon on me.
Luxury hurt, but I love that sting
Chrome-heart tears when the diamond ring bling.
If it don’t cost pain, then it don’t mean a thing
I’m a queen — bend the city when I move, big swing.
[Verse 1]
I ain’t never had a lane so I built one, baby
Now I’m swervin’ in a coupe that was never on the lot.
Six-inch heels, long nails, attitude crazy
I’m a rich girl’s problem — you can like it or not.
I done cried in the penthouse, smiled in the projects
Learned life hit harder than a iced-out Rolex.
Now I’m cuttin’ off snakes like I’m trimmin’ my veneers
Had to polish up the trauma just to shine through the years.
All my fits imported, pain never deported
Champagne for the nights when my past got distorted.
They see bags and body, don’t see sleepless nights
A diamond ain’t nothin’ till it survive the f***t.
[Hook]
Big money, big whips, big pressure on me
All this gold on my neck got it heavy, homie.
Fancy clothes, but the pain still dressing on me
I’m a trophy and a target — keep that weapon on me.
Luxury hurt, but I love that sting
Chrome-heart tears when the diamond ring bling.
If it don’t cost pain, then it don’t mean a thing
I’m a queen — bend the city when I move, big swing.
[Verse 2]
I’m the type to turn a heartbreak into a Birkin
Turn a city to a runway when I’m merely out workin’.
Wrist frozen like the trust that I gave too many
Heart empty but the safe got plenty.
Amiri on the body, trauma in the stitching
Pull up in the foreign when I’m feelin’ superstitious.
I ain’t scared of nothin’ but the old me lurkin’
So I pray over the bag like the money been churchin’.
Tears turn to glitter when they fall on mink
My pain look pretty when it drip in pink.
I done bossed up twice for the nights I sank
Turn the hurt into hustle, turn the hustle to the bank.
[Outro]
Big money, big whips, big pressure on me
All this gold on my neck got it heavy, homie.
Fancy clothes, but the pain still dressing on me
I’m a trophy and a target — keep that weapon on me.
Luxury hurt, but I love that sting
Chrome-heart tears when the diamond ring bling.
If it don’t cost pain, then it don’t mean a thing
I’m a queen — bend the city when I move, big swing.
