Suckin Up

Ooh, they don't love me, rack full of s—

Oh, they don't, ooh, they don't love me, rack full of s—

Oh, they don't, ooh, they don't love me, rack full of skelly

Ooh-ooh, they don't love me, rack full of skel—

Ooh, they don't love me, rack full of skelly

Talk, talk money, I got dirt on my wellies

Yuh, 'cause I ain't Cinderelly

If you eatin' jelly, don't say shit about my belly

'Cause I walk, don't need Ellie

Machiavelli, send a note to the enemy

Okay, bettie, yeah, I talk, talk pretty and I stink and I'm smelly

If you, if you super jelly, don't say shit about my belly

Restart, don't need puppy lovin', cut the leash off

Tryna profit off me, I'm like Mona Lisa

And they corner watchin', they be stalkin'

They pretty talkin', they cocky blocky

And they su-su-suckin' up

And they ta-ta-talkin' up

Don't just ta-ta-talk it up

Why you su-su-suckin' up?

When I need

Yeah, something real

Funny, a double whammy

Don't tell your mommy that you want me

I'm Botticelli, I'm worth the penny and the bennies

And if you love me, play Sakamoto through the telly

You gotta show me, yeah, don't just tell me

Restart, don't need puppy lovin', cut the leash off

Tryna profit off me, I'm like Mona Lisa

And they corner watchin', they be stalkin'

They pretty talkin', they cocky blocky

And they su-su-suckin' up

And they ta-ta-talkin' up

Don't just ta-ta-talk it up

Why you su-su-suckin' up?

When I need

Yeah, something real