She's just a bad copy of me.
She even dyes her hair blonde.
She sticks around talking old wives' tales about me.
While i just keep singing my song.
See, my crown.
Ain't gonna fit your head, girl.
You'd better get your own.
No, my crown.
Ain't gonna fit your head.
I got my diamonds, my pretty diamonds.
I know the way to shine.
The way to shine for real.
She walks behind me trying to figure me out.
Honey, you won't understand.
My name is trouble, kids not allowed to be around.
Don't step on my land.
'cause my crown.
Ain't gonna fit your head, girl.
You'd better get your own.
No, my crown.
Ain't gonna fit your head.
I got my diamonds, my pretty diamonds.
I know the way to shine.
The way to shine for real..
I'm really really bad.
Stop making me mad