Oprah’s Bank Account

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Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, I ain't mad at 'em daddy See I would be jealous too if you weren't my daddy I could be Girardi's boo Good as Cohen's bank acount I just want you to take me out Fuck me in Lisa Rinna's house If he rich than he can be my spouse I would eat up all that clout Put Viagra in your mouth Show 'em what to talk about Take them other hoes and walk 'em out Start some shit when I'm away with my fag hags I can always find stuff to be mad at If you cover me with Lambo's and handbags I could drink rosé and villa blanco for a bad dad Shower me in diamonds and property It's kind of a goal for me Tried to sign ??? but it was a no for me 'Cause he wouldn't fuck with me locally I ain't mad at 'em daddy See I would be jealous too if you wеren't my daddy I could be Girardi's boo Good as Cohen's bank acount I just want you to takе me out Fuck me in Lisa Rinna's house If he rich than he can be my spouse I would eat up all that clout Put Viagra in your mouth Show 'em what to talk about Take them other hoes and walk 'em out I used to play straight in a trap house (Trap house) I could just be me in your dad's house (Your dad's house) Drink Dom Pérignon 'til I black out Fendi fuckin' toothbrush for my dachs house Shower douch from Prada, lube is Louis My man is dressed in Gucci we too boojie ??? in my garden My PT ??? Real Housebears of Growlr that's my goal hoe Broke daddies in the valley is a no-no Hanging out with Erika Jayne She my bestie Still I'm afraid that her son that's a cop will arrest me I would never betray Kyle like LVP did I would do it better, wait awhile than repeat it Waive my finger better than Taylor in your botox Be the monster that Teddi never brought out Aesthetic Yolanda GG come to momma Judging on Drag Race, have lunch with Obama Talk to my housekeeper "yo no sé nada" No matter what I would stay loyal to papa I like ??? so why not a rich one Will lead to reality shows and sitcom Make me a star, make me a big one I'm tired of dress by Nexel, Prosecco and Big One Like I'm so tired of like cheap alcohol Frozen pizza and shopping at the cheap Big N Tall store I deserve the finer things in life I ain't mad at 'em daddy See I would be jealous too if you weren't my daddy I could be Girardi's boo Good as Cohen's bank acount I just want you to take me out Fuck me in Lisa Rinna's house If he rich than he can be my spouse I would eat up all that clout Put Viagra in your mouth Show 'em what to talk about Take them other hoes and walk 'em out You look as good as Cohen's bank account You look as good as Cohen's bank account Cohen's bank account Cohen's bank account You look as good as Cohen's bank account