WHAT IS IT LIKE, TO BE LIKED?

I'm pussy stuntin', I look stunnin' every night
You wish my money was your money, but it's mine
Got a lot of friends, got a brand new Benz, and a DUI
I don't like that bitch, she not on the list, so I hit decline

I need your attention (I-I, I-I-I)
I need your attention (I-I, I-I-I)

Come take my picture, I get richer when my day's long
New Balenciaga or that Prada I don't pay for
They love my fashion, love my dancin' on the stage floor
I look so handsome in my mansion, that's a rental

I need your attention (I-I, I-I-I-I)
I'd bleed for attention (I-I-I, I-I)

Hope I'm remembered, I surrender till the changes
I guess I'm lucky, get to club in different places
Run through my money, I skip town, move in with family
Get away from all the people who will never understand me, yeah

Ah, fuck all the parties
I'm still nobody
I-I-I need a new hobby
All that they see in me is a
A cheaper copy
But I'ma go out like a star
They'll all be sorry
I-I, I wanna die
I wish I lived a different life
I lost that time
Can't get it back
And so I cry, all day and night
Sometimes I wonder what it's like
To be so liked
Be so liked, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-ah-ah