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Description
Self-satisfaction, honed to perfection, sounds like a separate musical genre. Here, every line is like the click of heels on marble: loud, confident, defiant. Comparisons flow one after another, but there is no searching in them - only affirmation: “better, higher, brighter.” The atmosphere is reminiscent of a party where, instead of cocktails, confidence in one's own uniqueness is served, and no one even thinks to argue. The music rocks, the words sting, and the overall feeling is that the world is too small for other people's opinions.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Better than you. Look.
Better than you. Look, bitch. Better than you.
Smell better than you. Taste better than you. Face better than you.
Huh, everything better than you. Look.
Bitch, I'm better than you. That's your friend?
Fuck that bitch, I'm better than her too. Uh-huh.
Shitting on hoes, I got nothing better to do. Okay, yeah, better than you and who? Huh.
Face bum, better than. . .
I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors. Diamonds ain't water, this bitch is clear.
Playing like this my biggest fear. I do it bigger than bitches with nears.
They throwing shots, then tell them cheers. You ain't on my level, bitch, just tears.
All my cars is chauffeured. I ain't touch door handles and gears.
Hoes gotta talk behind my back 'cause that's where them hoes be at.
'Cause that's all them hoes gon' see. This fat ass and long ass weave. I'm doing shit they can't believe.
I'm doing shit that they can't fathom. Seventy and soaking, still a classic.
Seventy and soaking, you still wouldn't pass it. Uh.
Eat hoes up, huh. Bring me a napkin. Yeah. Bitches is hurt, ooh, get 'em an aspirin.
Daddy, take me to Aspen. I wanna twerk in the cabin. Pretty hoes do what they want.
Ooh, that's the law of attraction. Yeah.
I'm doing better than you. Better than who? Better than you. Look, bitch.
Better than you.
Smell better than you. Taste better than you. Face better than you.
Huh, everything better than you. Look.
Bitch, I'm better than you. That's your friend?
Fuck that bitch, I'm better than her too. Uh-huh. Shitting on hoes, I got nothing better to do.
Okay, yeah, better than you and who? Huh.
Face bum, better than-- Face bum, my body galore.
I'm at the game and gotta be floor. Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore. Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor.
You know these bitches ain't got no taste. You know these hoes ain't got no place.
You know these hoes ain't got no style. I pop out when the crowd go wild.
I showed 'em how to be sexy. She ain't dress like that 'fore she met me.
Baby, I'm grinding, I'm that, I'm we. Bitches wanna steal my whole technique.
Now that I got it, baby, I'm polished. Can't be modest, I'm too poppin'. Believe me, I tried it.
Suck in my teeth, roll up my eyelids, huh.
These broke hoes know my coochie itched. Can't no nigga ever upgrade on me.
I don't care who he get. I stay in the newest shit. My hair and my jewelry lit.
If I like it, get two of it. On the phone with my man like, "Ooh, I look cute in this. "
Ah.
Bitch, I'm better than you.
Always better than you. Way more bread than you.
Give better head than you. Always stunt on you. Hoes be prostitutes. Ah, ah.
No bitch better than you. Get more bread than you.
Hating ass bitches talk shit on the net, but none of it ever be true.
Ain't no bitch better than you. Ain't a bitch got swagger like you.
And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you.
No bitch fucking with you.
Know how to up it like you.
Know how to bust it like you.
Came through skin tight, body tight, these hoes ain't nothing like you.
Diamonds dance like Krispies. Bitch, please. Nobody run it like you. Like, damn.
Who you know that'll like you?
Who you know popping like you?
Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make niggas heart stop like you?
Making bitches heart drop like you. Giving the hell, non-stop like you.
These bitches just not like you.
Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you. And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work. Can't no nigga process you.
Can't no nigga pop it than you. Got your own funds, you popping it too.
Please don't argue with me. Ain't no bitch harder than she. Like, damn.