Princess

Yeah, she acts like a princess, but she looks like a Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley
I hope that she calls me, but I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me, but I don't care

She's a gamble, well, I guess I like to dare
We could be a pair, even though she bit the apple
Supermodel up in Paris, I can see her catwalk
Money in her purse while we on the plane to Basel
I say: F the rules, we not stickin' to the manual

Pourin' up the Daniel, fillin' up her wrist with granules
I know that they see us and they hate it
So I made this song just for their playlist
They don't see her true colors, they're like a racist
They don't know she's special and everybody's basic
I just want to hold your hand, they can take the photos
I know that they secretly got FOMO
Louis V and Polo, I'll buy it for you
I'm a busy guy, but I make time for you

Yeah, she acts like a princess, but she looks like a Barbie
And she smokes like a Marley
I hope that she calls me, but I know she ain't for me
That's what everybody told me, but I don't care