Vadia Mimada

(Woof)
(MC Soffia)
Yeah, she’s spoiled
(Woof)

Brrr (wow)
Damn, spoiled bitch
I don’t want Tiffany, I just want Balenciaga
Throwing cash in the suitcase
You throwing, throwing your cash on Tiger (Tiger)

Talk to me, bitch
Show, no fear, who’s the one who pays you (yeah)
The roulette’s spinning, he’s footing the bill
All my Prada bags paid for

(Yeah) look, I'm very, very spoiled
My perfume is a high heel
Very spoiled, very spoiled
My Louboutin has never seen asphalt

After dinner (yeah), open the car door
Carry my shopping into the Benz
There’s only two seats in the fucking car
And in the front seat, the Balmain bag

Bitch, no cap, black card
Always flexing, so don’t slow me down
I remember well when my account was in the red
Today I'm good, living off rap, trap, net (yeah)

If I don’t have money, I get in a bad mood
I always have money, bitch, forget it (yeah)
And the paparazzi, packed with LEDs, with flashbacks
I want my suggar daddy, waa, waa, waa

Wipe the fucking tears on my card
I'm not his daughter, but every week he pays my allowance (yeah)
His favorite dish is my pussy
In the cafeteria, I'm the meal (yeah)
Bitches at the table, spoiled bitch is my religion (yeah)

Damn, spoiled bitch
I don’t want Tiffany, I just want Balenciaga
Throwing cash in the suitcase
You throwing, throwing your cash on Tiger (Tiger)

Talk to me, bitch
Show, no fear, who’s the one who pays you (yeah)
The roulette’s spinning, he’s footing the bill
All my Prada bags paid for

Show him who’s in charge
You speak, the loser obeys
With little gifts on top of the bed
Drives me crazy inside a duplex

I'm going to the Bahamas (yeah), meet me at seven
A man with money drives me crazy
I play the saint (yeah)
Took another one to bed, messed up, acted as a little boy

(Yeah) I feel big like Patrícia
But at the gym, I'm Gracyanne
As handsome as my man is (woof)
I like big personalities (personal, personal)

I don’t get it, he helped me (yeah)
Do squats, wow, I need help (yeah)
I want more booty, want my ass hitting my neck
Oh, my guy, don’t be scared
I'm spoiled, so excuse me (yeah, yeah)

Do like me, don’t try to be me
Use me as a reference, not your rival (woof)
If you hate me, you’re rotten inside
’Cause on the outside, I know you drool over me
Mom’s got the sauce, fuck

I already said I don’t have plastic surgery
But since you insist, call him, girl
My surgeon’s name is natural (natural)
Money does bring happiness
And if you disagree, deposit a hundred grand in my account
So you can see the happiest woman in the world (haha)

Wow
Brr
Damn, spoiled bitch
I don’t want Tiffany, I just want Balenciaga
Yeah, you throwing, throwing your cash on Tiger (Tiger)
Spoil me, bitch, spoil me (yeah)
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