Ugh. Girl, I said bring lipstick. Why you bringing everybody's fucking business? Anyway. Who? Oh, her. Girl, she's been mad since September I barely remember She remembers every fucking thing I ever said to her Cute. Anyway, pass me the Fenty My phone on twenty, my patience on empty She got a story, it's probably lengthy I'm tryna look twenty, not hear about twenty Different reasons your man's been acting suspicious Girl, I don't know him, but your lipstick's delicious What's the shade? Don't tell me the price If it costs more than dinner, I'm buying it twice Don't bring the beef, bring the MAC Don't bring that he-said-she-said crap Don't bring a bitch that can't act If she starts, I'm leaving her ass in the back Lipstick. Bitch, bring lipstick. Mwah, mwah, kiss this Big mouth, mind your business Lipstick. Bitch, bring lipstick. If it ain't in your bag, then what the fuck is it? Got a little Dior, got a little drugstore Both look expensive when I put 'em on She got a Birkin, still begging for attention Girl, that's a very costly cry for affection I don't need ten girls taking up the bathroom One got a meltdown, one got an attitude One's on her fifth "I'm done with him" Bitch, you've been done with him since twenty-ten Look— I'm not your therapist, I'm not your sister I'm not about to sit here helping you decipher A three-word text from a man with a wife While you're crying in the mirror with a butter knife Nah, that's dramatic. Hand me the compact Don't want the context Don't want the contact Don't want the callback Lipstick. Bitch, bring lipstick. Red on my lips, don't bring your bullshit Lipstick. Bitch, bring lipstick. You can stay mad, I'm going out with it Mwah, mwah, kiss this Big mouth, mind your business Lipstick. Bitch, bring lipstick. If it ain't in your bag, then what the fuck is it? Oh, that's a nice shade. What is it? ... Girl, I asked about the lipstick. Not your fucking divorce. Mwah.
