"Pop Star" lyrics

Pop star but I'm your boyfriend's favorite DJ
Pay me just to party and I show up in my PJs
Hiding from the scene I'm not looking for no drama
Doin' my own thing
Mind my business in my Prada
Pop star fuck around and act like I'm a model
I don't like the cameras but I love it when you ogle
Hiding from the scene I'm not looking for no drama
Doin' my own thing
Mind my business in my Prada
Pop star, pop star pop star
Pop star, pop star pop star

I'm a real pop girlie no room for fuckin' posers
Black out one night next morning not hungover
We pull up in the rover
With bottles and a chauffeur
Not my fault that your man can't win us over
Looking this good doesn't come for free
If you want to hang with bad bitches there's gonna be a fee
We own the VIP
We chuggin' martinis
We on our Mariah shit
Yeah, skinny
Dior across my shirt
You bitches chirp chirp
Truies on my ass
Your boyfriend wanna tap
Pop star lifestyle in a hurry
No time for you crusty, ugly, scary little girlies

You're disrespectful, you're disrespectful
I don't really care if I'm a handful
You're disrespectful, you're disrespectful
Don't wanna be friends I'm too special
You're disrespectful, you're disrespectful
I don't really care if I'm mental
You're disrespectful, you're disrespectful
Fuck you and all your friends hoe

Pop star but I'm your boyfriend's favorite DJ
Pay me just to party and I show up in my PJs
Hiding from the scene I'm not looking for no drama
Doin' my own thing
Mind my business in my Prada
Pop star fuck around and act like I'm a model
I don't like the cameras but I love it when you ogle
Hiding from the scene I'm not looking for no drama
Doin' my own thing
Mind my business in my Prada
Pop star, pop star pop star
Pop star, pop star pop star

You bitches really don't understand
You cannot compete when you don't compare
There's really levels to this shit
The level that I'm on, bitch!