Internet girls got all the right stuff The boys drop down to their knees ready to s** Cos they really wanna get their hands on your love And sell you to the world with their name written above Make a couple songs and watch him act tough He's waiting on the edge of his seat for you to blow up Cos he thinks if you do youll take him to the top And if you don't comply he'll say that you're a thot He'll ask Can you rap? Wanna f**? Have you heard pop the Glock? Can you sing? Whatchu think? Sex w/ me? He'll say I can be your feadz And you can be my uffie You dont have to sing You just have to love me Baby we can be Famous like uffie Even if you sing It doesnt matter cos you love me You can be his kreayshawn And he can be your two stackz You can be his dev And tell the world that i-i-it's the cataracs He doesnt really care He's just gotta get you on the track And as soon as he does Each time you win it's cos of him yeah The boys all want her Cos she smokes marijuana She's so cool And she could rap all summer And i'm all for it Cos her music goes dumber While the hipster boys all Watch her smoke marijuana He'll ask Can you rap? Wanna f**? Have you heard pop the Glock? Can you sing? Whatchu think? Sex w/ me? He'll say I can be your feadz And you can be my uffie You dont have to sing You just have to love me Baby we can be Famous like uffie Even if you sing It doesnt matter cos you love me But if you succeed He'll say "you never loved me" "she is just a s*ut!" But "she won't even f** me!" "b**h youll never be Anything like uffie!" "i f**ing MADE you s*ut! Wheres my f**ing fame and money!?"