I'm in Paris, yeah Mugler Wearing Jean Paul Gaultier Bitches gassed, yea they need air They can't hide their hungry stare Turning heads, I own the streets Bitches begging on their knees Want a kiss? Say pretty please! Sike... I don't fuck no sleaze Say all I be thinking about is my visual Claiming that I treat my hoes like residuals You're right it's a ritual Stupid does as I say – I'm the one, individual More zeros than tens under your belt Keep running your mouth, wasting your breath I do as I please, I don't fuck no sleaze Devoured your ass – a feast I'm in Paris, yeah Mugler Wearing Jean Paul Gaultier Bitches gassed, yea they need air They can't hide their hungry stare