[Verse 1:]
What's going on in the magazines?
It's the same damn thing in every one
I don't give a fuck about Delevigne
Or that Rita girl
About Jourdan Dunn
I don't wanna know about your perfect life
Your perfect wife and it makes me sick
I don't give a fuck about your instagram
About your lovely house or your ugly kids
[Bridge:]
I'm not your friend and I can't pretend
I ain't being funny, funny
Let's be clear
I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money
If I force a smile and can make it worthwhile
Don't touch me honey, honey
Let's be clear
I'm here
I'm here to make money, money, money
[Hook:]