My man says I’m a smoking gun
they call me cheap champagne, but I’m his Dom Perignon
kids online say I have too much fun
I get high with the spotlight on
Baby when the crowd goes home
I’m all alone
and I’ve got no one
Baby when the credits roll
no self control
I come undone
I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I got a driver so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I was a late night
cat fight, cocaine kid with a bad bite
strung out on pills like
wall street on a week night, oh
I thought you knew
My man calls me a setting sun
pretty little hollywood, gunna have a rolling stone spread, page one
and credit cards are so much fun
Jesus won’t you save my soul
no self control
I come undone
I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I got a driver so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I was a late night
cat fight, cocaine kid with a bad bite
strung out on pills like
wall street on a week night, oh
I thought you knew
Maserati gunna be here any minute now
Maserati gunna be here any minute now
I thought you knew I’m filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a bitch
I got a driver so I’m never alone
I thought you knew I was a late night
cat fight, cocaine kid with a bad bite
strung out on pills like
wall street on a week night, oh
I thought you knew
