Pop Bitches - Rebecca & Fiona

I got my mind on my money

And my money on my mind, what?

Don’t get it twisted, I put you in a headlock

These pop bitches make you fucking sick, right?

We party hard, they call the cops, uh

Teenage skanks got nothing on me

Pop bitches got nothing on me

I scratch 'til it bleeds

All you bitches got nothing on me

Nothing on me

I pay no mind, yeah

The world is mine, yeah

I just got signed, yeah

I pay no mind, yeah

Pop bitches

You can take all my money

I can always make more, what?

Rip my style, and I’ll see you in court

These pop bitches make me fucking sick, uh

We party hard, they call the cops, c’mon

Teenage skanks got nothing on me

Pop bitches got nothing on me

I scratch 'til it bleeds

All you bitches got nothing on me

Nothing on me

I pay no mind, yeah

The world is mine, yeah

I just got signed, yeah

I pay no mind, yeah

I pay no mind, yeah

The world is mine, yeah

I just got signed, yeah

I pay no mind, yeah

Pop bitches

Pop bitches