I Don't Give A

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

Wake up ex-wife

This is your life

Children on your own

Turning on the telephone

Messengers, manager

No time for a manicure

Working out, shake my ass

I know how to multi-task

Connecting to the Wi-Fi

Went from nerd to superb

Have you seen the new guy

I forgot the password

Gotta call the babysitter

Tweetin’ on the elevator

I could take a helicopter

I don’t even feel the pressure

I’m gonna be OK

I don’t care what the people say

I’m gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I’m gonna live right

I’m moving fast, can you follow my track

I’m moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don’t give a

You were so mad at me

Who’s got custody

Lawyers suck it up

Didn’t have a pre-nup

Make a film, write a song

Gotta get my stockings on

Meet the press, buy the dress

All of this to impress

Ride my horse, break some bones

Take it down a semitone

I forgot to say my prayers

Baby Jesus on the stairs

Gotta sign a contract

Gotta get my money back

All the biters have to go

Standing in the front row

I’m gonna be OK

I don’t care what the people say

I’m gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I’m gonna live right

I’m moving fast, can you follow my track

I’m moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don’t give a

I tried to be a good girl

I tried to be your wife

Diminished myself

And I swallowed my light

I tried to become all

That you expect of me

And if it was a failure

I don’t give a

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

Shots fire

Anything you hear Nicki on: that's fire

You don't hear them bums on nothing, that's fire

Tell 'em catch buyer

In the Bugatti, 10 grand, one tire

Ayo Madonna (Yes, Nicki), maybe I say you original, don dada

In that, yeah Gabbana, and the, yeah Prada

We Material Girls, ain't nobody hotter

Pops collar!

See I really can't relate to your Volvo

And you can't get these shoes at the Aldo

When I let a dude go, that's his loss

I was cutting them checks, I was his boss!

Yo, I don't give a f-u

Curse nor bless you, never let them stress you

Yo, I ain't a businesswoman, I'm a business, woman!

And I'm known for giving bitches the business, woman

I’m gonna be OK

I don’t care what the people say

I’m gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I’m gonna live right

I’m moving fast, can you follow my track

I’m moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don’t give a

There’s only one queen, and that’s Madonna

Bitch!

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u

I don’t give a fu-u-u-u