Whoa Yeah Lil' mama put me in her toy box She pick me up when she gets bored, and then she put me right back And she get whatever she wants (wants) When you see her in the streets, she break your neck like snap Whoa, she drive a lease A new model, modeling Prescription xannies Snapchat in lingerie But she feels so dead inside Another boy, another ride (ooh) Crashing off a molly, high Reach into her toybox and hit another line Lil' mama vloggin' in the uber Pluggin' skinny tea and prayin' that she don’t look fat Lil' girls on the gram looking up to her Saying someday: I wish that I can be like that Whoa, she’s verified She knows she’s idolized Her assistant is on the line She just sold out her new makeup line But she feels so dead inside (ehy) Another boy, another ride (whoa) Crashing off a molly, high Reach into her toybox and hit another line Her friends talk shit when she’s not around (yeah) She feels like she's never coming down (yeah) Nobody can save her now (ooh) She pours up another round But she feels so dead inside Another boy, another ride Crashing off a molly, high Reach into her toybox and hit another line But she feels so dead inside (yeah) Another boy, another ride (whoa) Crashing off a molly, high Reach into her toybox and hit another line