Pricey Bitch Ayesha Erotica

[Verse 1]
Haven't you heard? bitch, I'm everything
You girls wish you could fit in my Seven7 jeans
Feel the pussy in my iced out hoops
I might suck a big dick in my iced out coupé
Take a ride to the beach, lookin' mean as shit
All the girls screamin' "Look, it's Serena Smith!"
Yeah, so what? Dress fly as fuck
Hot pink tracksuit, Juicy up on my butt, you slut

[Chorus]
No, my time ain't free
Motherfucker, you better pay up
I'm a pricey bitch, 20 bands on my hair and makeup
I don't want your dick, I want your cash
I don't want your dick, I want your cash
I don't want your dick, I want your cash
Shut the fuck up

[Verse 2]
Now, some of you just can't do it like me
Shootin' sex tapes in the V.I.P
Is your Hermès locked on your wrist like this?
Do they take pics when you rock your fits?
I don't let just any man fuck with me
I need diamonds, boy, I don't fuck for free
Matter of fact, shut the fuck up, hand the keys to the car
Hit the mall up shoppin', go and max out your card, you bitch