Wear them gold and diamond rings,all them things don't mean a thing,
chaperones and limousines,shopping for expensive things,
I be on the movie screens,magazines and bougie scenes,
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine,
I still go to taco bell,drive-thru, raw as hell,
I don't care, I'm still real,
no matter how many records I sell,after the show after the Grammys,
I like to go cool out with the family,sipping reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang.
now