text: Im the Barbie
  Keep a lotta plastic
  Little pink stars
  Put em on my jacket
  Somebody tell her Imma put her in a casket
  Register my money for the money gymnastic
  Cause I make it flip so they be lookin all nasty
  Colder then a hail I tell her hail that taxi
  Bitch wont blow but she can blow my saxophone
  And I call Saks Fifth Ave-y home
  That is where a real bad barbie roam
  R-r-r-r-r-roam
  Sorry I broke up excuse my cell phone
  It must be a AT&T dead zone
  My niggas in the club he let heat roam
  Need my rozay I need my patron
  Need my Henny and I need my Hypno
  Thats one bottle, two bottle, three bottle, four