Slayyyter - Gimme More Lyrics

It's slayyyter, bitch

(Uh) material girl, I'm just like madonna
Got the fangs so sharp like piranhas
Put it in my cart if I wanna
Fendi prints, Dolce & Gabbana
Pinky ring cigars; that's cubana
Call him daddy, he calls me mama
Freak and make him sweat like a sauna
Pussy brings him peace like nirvana
Let him toss my lettuce with the salad on the side
Oh me, oh my, I'm the skinniest bitch alive
If I want it, I get it, baby, look at this ice
It shines so nice, baby, check that price

You cannot afford to ignore when I walk out of the store
(Got bags on bags on bags, baby I clear that rack)
Freaky little whore from the 314 always wanting more
(Got stacks on stacks on stacks, baby I got that cash)

Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)

Call him up on my pink flip-phone
Go throatzilla on his dick like woah
On my knees soon as I get home
If he spend that dough, I'ma throw him a bone
He buys me Louis, I buy him Gucci
I can upgrade him, these bitches losing
I am an heiress, please call me Paris
Look in the mirror, bitch I'm the fairest

I'm a cowgirl making all my shopping trips onto rodeo
In the 90210, oh
I see you staring at my birkin bag
Asking me how much I bought that for
Baby, you don't need to know
Oh, oh

Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)

Get what I want right when I want it
Black card in my Prada wallet
Gucci heels so high I'm fallin'
Woke up rich now bitch I'm ballin'
Private jets and private islands
You got rocks, bitch I got diamonds
Whip my Benz without a license
Give me more!

Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)
Gimme, gimme (more)