I supposed I should tell you what this bitch is thinking
You'll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen
I will be bragging about my cars
Or talking about my chains
Don't need to shape my ass for you
Cause I've got a brain
If I told you about my sex life
You call me a slut
But when boys are talking about their bitches
No one's making a fuzz
There's a glass ceiling to break
Uh hu, there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up
Cause I can't move in this pace