Las Vegas

(This is a real dirty pop exclusive)

Woah, woah, woah
Hit me on the phone
Slash my fuckin' throat
Yeah, my body's so cold
Go, go, go, I saw her on the floor
No, no, no, I don't even know her

She's in her high heels and
I'm in my mood swings again
Dance with the devil in Vegas
I'm not ever coming home (Woah-oh-oh)
Chanel tombstone, I blew a bag on a new nose
Sold out shows, designer clothes
Just bury me in the snow

(Oh, oh, oh, yeah, I got)
Diamond earrings, all you see is bling-bling
Are you scared of me? (Are you scared of me?)
Fuck, fame, they just call me by my stage name
I can't avoid the cameras always in my fuckin' face
I'm on the boulevard in an all black fit
I'm in a foreign car with an anorеxic bitch