I really, really don't think that, outside of maybe some pink wigs, [that] there's anything that separates me from every other woman in America.

Runnin' this game for five years, guess that's why my feet hurt.

& I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face

And I call Saks Fifth Ave-y home. That is where a real bad Barbie roam.

Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil

My ideal man is dead white old and on a green sheet of paper.

I don't want children cursing. I'm very strict on my nieces and my little brother. They have to listen to clean versions of music. Even my music.