"Brat" lyrics

You think I'm a brat, I think you're full of it
What's that? I'll show you how I throw a fit
On the attack, go on and talk your shit
I stopped listening, blame it on conditioning, call me a—

Take my gummies with champagne
Collarbones and gold chains
Walk the halls in lingerie
Tell me why is that a problem?
Took a trip 'cause I could afford it
You need a job? Well I could employ ya
Built a bank so I could be spoiled
Why is that a fuckin' problem?

Your jealousy kinda looks good on me

(You think I'm a brat) I think you're full of it
(What's that?) I'll show you how I throw a fit
(On the attack) Go on and talk your shit
I stopped listening, blame it on conditioning, call me a brat

I made a home gettin' under your skin
I think it's time you took a look within
Play me the world's tiniest violin
Looks like we got a fuckin' problem

Your jealousy kinda looks good on me

(You think I'm a brat) I think you're full of it
(What's that?) I'll show you how I throw a fit
(On the attack) Go on and talk your shit
I stopped listening, blame it on conditioning, call me a brat

I'm building legacies (I'm not mad)
But I like making enemies (Call me a brat)
Between you and me, I stopped listening
Blame it on conditioning, call me a—

B-R-A-T, B-R-A-T
Your jealousy looks good on me
B-R-A-T, B-R-A-T
Your jealousy motivates me

(You think I'm a brat) I think you're full of it
(What's that?) I'll show you how I throw a fit
(On the attack) Go on and talk your shit
I stopped listening, blame it on conditioning, call me a brat

I'm building legacies (I'm not mad)
But I like making enemies (Call me a brat)
Between you and me, I stopped listening
Blame it on conditioning, call me a bitch

That ain't it, I'll admit, I love being a brat