Call me pep talk queen
Mommy, friend and kink
I'm anythin', anythin' for him
Call me reverie
Ghost or luck fairy
I'm all of them
All of them to him
I'm tired of heatin' the oven
Of cookin' for men that are leavin' me hungry
I don't want to be your wife
When we're not even married
Honey
You don't get talent from fuckin' with it
From fuckin' with me, yeah
I would be rich if the boys that I've been with
Thrivin' on me paid me money for their glow-up
I would be famous if they only gave me credit
For the work that I did, yes, I said it
I would be rich if the boys that I've been with
Thrivin' on me paid me money for their glow-up
I would be famous if they only gave me credit
For the work that I did, yes, I said it
Call me psycho bitch
Your private therapist
I'm all these things, all these things for him
Call me genius child
The girl that made you cum dry
I'm everythin', everythin' to him
I'm tired of heatin' the oven
Of cookin' for men that are leavin' me hungry
I don't want to be your wife
When we're not even married (married)
Honey
You don't get talent from fuckin' with it
From fuckin' with me, yeah
I would be rich if the boys that I've been with
Thrivin' on me paid me money for their glow-up
I would be famous if they only gave me credit
For the work that I did, yes, I said it
I would be rich if the boys that I've been with
Thrivin' on me paid me money for their glow-up
I would be famous if they only gave me credit
For the work that I did, yes, I said it
You don't need no therapy
'Cause baby you got me, uh-huh-ah
I would be rich if the boys that I've been with
Thrivin' on me paid me money for their glow-up
I would be famous if they only gave me credit
For the work that I did, yes, I said it