Poured up with my nose up And that rosé up in that thinga I'm froze up with my stove up Cuz he eatin' like it's his dinner I run shit, I don't fall back Cuz I'm on track, I'm a sprinter I'm bossed up, I got 'em awestruck It's not a toss up, I'm the winner Be-b-b-beep-beep, bitch, move Before I bang-bang with that uzz That's Miu Miu on my shoes Ain't got a thing left for me to prove It's that bottle service all night It's that pop and urban just right It's that "go hard or go home" zone Bitch, I'm Madonna, these hoes know