The Show Qveen Herby 

Welcome to the show
Fuck all these hoes
All my real ones know
How deep it goes
Mirrors and the smoke
Want you to choke
Just because it glitters
Don’t make it gold

What’s the matter with you baby
Don’t you wanna be famous
Won’t you sign your name on the contract
Put you in a fast car
Put you on the big charts
Help us out and stir up some drama

Now she’s always alone
Second line second phone
All the cash was a loan
And all the master they own

Baby get your shit together
Hope this album’s better
We just need a hit like your last one
Get that big producer
Get that manager Scooter
Maybe just consider the implants

If you don’t it’s alright
It didn’t sell but we tried
See your hype sorta died
We took the next bitch in line