When it comes to knowing what to say, to charm, I always had it.
They be starin at the money like it's unfamiliar
Soap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like 'All My Children'.
I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone.
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.