Lyrics

Dressed to the nines In the lastest lies I feel VIP What goo are you to me So cellular So in control I live and breathe My daddy's terrordome I wear these blondes Like the magazines I am the New York scene With the attitude I'm the player here I can run this trade Yet I live on my back For my high rise attitude The game is pushed By model girls IPO sluts Charlie throttle girls I get my way with you I see what you're about I put the cocaine in And let the fuck come out