So Do I

Aced up yeah know I'm fashion

Lies lies hidden in my own despise

I make a gem shine bright when its known to die

I want to fly fly crush a pill to make a new life

I make a group a bitches cry when I decide it's time

White jeans designer brand match things

Fill the cup with mud I'm on the bling bling

I love a life deserved I'm what a bitch needs

She want to text the phone you hear the ring ring

My dreams my memory forgets things

Group of bitches and artists they want the big things