New York City
Window shopping
Headphones in
My head is bopping
Thinking about what I got
My money filling up my pockets
Making deposits
Posting pictures
Making profits
Collecting rings like in Sonic
Living good Cause I can afford it
I think you know what’s on my mind
Don’t want anything but the dimes
I’ll show you rich b#tch in prime time
Call me Doja cause this money got me so high
Sweet like honey
Ain’t nothing funny
I earned it myself
Can’t take none from me
I dress so swag
And sometimes bummy
But either way I serve
While they’re looking funny
I’m elevatеd
Your salivating
I could care less about the guys I datеd
And ex friends too
I know your listening
I’m not Qveen Herby
But I’m on a mission
I think you know what’s on my mind
Don’t want anything but the dimes
I’ll show you rich b#tch in prime time
Call me Doja cause this money got me so high
I think you know what’s on my mind
Don’t want anything but the dimes
I’ll show you rich b#tch in prime time
Call me Doja cause this money got me so high
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