Lyrics
Oh Mickey, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey, Mickey
Hey, Mickey
Oh Mickey, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey, Mickey
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I put that on my partner
I put that on my family
Oakland city representer
Address me as Your Majesty
Yeah, you can kiss the ring
But you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher bluntsand
I ain't never coming down
You ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus
Baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix
Call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads
They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the friends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
They call me Hell
They call me Stacey
They call me Her
They call me Jane
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
That's not my name
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I'm looking like Madonna
But I'm flossing like Ivana
Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump
If you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" til my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy, I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back
I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter
Why you looking bitter? I be looking better
The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her
The editor, director plus I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Whitch means nobody getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries
We got the beat, we got the beat, we got the beat
Yeah, we got!
We got the beat, we got the beat
Oh Mickey, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey, Mickey
Hey, Mickey
Oh Mickey, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
Hey, Mickey
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother
Oh Mickey, what a pity, you don't understant
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's guys like you, Mickey
Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey
Don't break my heart, Mickey
Oh, all you basic (meow) out there
Man I got rooms from my (meow)
They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis
We swagging, eeh (meow)