[Lyric] FBP Female Brad Pitt (Maryze)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Got my girls with me
Get in loser, we're going shopping
BFF like Paris and Britney
Gucci, Chanel, juicy and Louis

[Pre-Chorus]
Luxury, luxury
I come in all the accessories
Gimme, gimme dopamine
I want it all for free

[Chorus]
I don't have any money, money
But I still look pretty, pretty
Rolling up to the party, party
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"
I don't have any money, money
But I still look pretty, pretty
Rolling up to the party, party
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"
[Verse 2]
Swerving (Swerving)
Driving down thе highway with my friends
Nothing makes sensе
Everyday feels like another weekend
They're always tryna' see what I'm gonna do next
I don't follow rules, bitch I set trends
Pull up to the party when I feel like it
I'm the Queen B, I'm the female Brad Pitt

[Pre-Chorus]
Luxury, luxury
I come in all the accessories
Gimme, gimme dopamine
I want it all for free

[Chorus]
I don't have any money, money
But I still look pretty, pretty
Rolling up to the party, party
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"
I don't have any money, money
But I still look pretty, pretty
Rolling up to the party, party
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"
I don't have any money, money (I don't have any money)
But I still look pretty, pretty (But I still look pretty)
Rolling up to the party, party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"
I don't have any money, money (I don't have any money)
But I still look pretty, pretty (But I still look pretty)
Rolling up to the party, party (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody says, "Where'd you get that fit?"