GOLD CARD GODDESS 💳✨ The Gurlz (Sass Queen Rap)

[Intro] (Sound of a chip reader beeping: "Approved") (Silence) (Heels clicking on marble floor) Don't touch the merchandise. You can't afford the insurance. [Verse 1] My silhouette is copyrighted, sue me if you want it. I turn a simple sidewalk into a debutante ball. Silk sheets, thread count higher than your IQ. Everything custom, one of one, never times two. I don't look at price tags, that’s for the middle class. I drink water from a diamond-cut crystal glass. First class? Honey, I own the jet. I haven't even started spending yet. [Pre-Chorus] Look at the plastic, it’s heavy like a brick. One swipe, I make the whole economy sick. Do I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes. I’m overly blessed and I’m under-stressed. [Chorus] GOLD. CARD. GODDESS. (Cash register "Cha-ching" sample) Swipe left, swipe right, I own the night. GOLD. CARD. GODDESS. Everything I touch turns to profit. Credit limit infinite, attitude limitless. Credit limit infinite, attitude limitless. Bow down to the plastic princess. [Verse 2] Red bottoms on the dashboard, feet up. Sipping venom from a 24-karat cup. You’re saving up for a bag I used for the gym. Your chances of being me are looking real slim. I walked in the room and the value went up. Security guard, go and fill my cup. I’m distinct. Instinct. Extinct? Never. I’m the tax bracket you will chase forever. [Bridge] (Beat drops to just a sub-bass hum) (Whispered aggressively) Transaction approved. Transaction approved. Your card was declined. Must be embarrassing. For you… (stifled giggle) [Chorus] GOLD. CARD. GODDESS. (Cash register "Cha-ching" sample) Swipe left, swipe right, I own the night. GOLD. CARD. GODDESS. Everything I touch turns to profit. Credit limit infinite, attitude limitless. Credit limit infinite, attitude limitless. Bow down. [Outro] (Sound of a card snapping in half) Oops. I’ll just get another one. Keep the receipt.