Qveen Herby – Celine Dion Lyrics

 

Celine Dion Lyrics by Qveen Herby

 

Nobody out like me (oh, oh-oh)
No shawty, don’t compete (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Make money like Citrine
Big D on me like Celine
Oh-oh
Oh-ooh
It was mad love
Quite impossible to keep up
Never did the shit that I want
People pleasing was a whole drug
I woke up one day and honestly
Said take it all away from me
I’m chasing down a crazy dream
And it’s time to begin
Go!
What good is being fly
In someone else’s eye?
I don’t have to explain myself
‘Cause bitch I have arrived (‘rived, ‘rived)
Don’t care how much I make (make, make)
Most of your numbers fake (fake, fake)
I got expensive taste, that kinda livin’ really pays
You’re never askin’, a queen to stand down
The way the whole vibration goin’ up when I’m around
I like my chances way more than my doubts
I know they’re askin’, “Who’s that bitch?” now
Nobody out like me (ooh-ooh)
No shawty, don’t compete (ooh-ooh)
Make money like Citrine (ooh-ooh)
Big D on me like Celine (ooh, ooh-ooh)
Nobody out like me (ooh-ooh)
No shawty, don’t compete (ooh-ooh)
Make money like Citrine (ooh)
Big D on me like Celine
What good is being fly
In someone else’s eye?
I don’t have to explain myself
‘Cause bitch I have arrived (‘rived, ‘rived)
Don’t care how much I make (make, make)
Most of your numbers fake (fake, fake)
I got expensive taste, that kinda livin’ really pays
If I need somethin’ (I need somethin’)
I’m gonna learn how (gonna learn how)
I watch a quick tutorial and turn that shit around
Bitch, I’m the illest (I’m the illest)
The doctors can’t help (doctor can’t help)
No time to waste, I do it by myself
Nobody out like me (ooh-ooh)
No shawty, don’t compete (ooh-ooh)
Make money like Citrine (ooh-ooh)
Big D on me like Celine (ooh, ooh-ooh)
Nobody out like me (ooh-ooh)
No shawty, don’t compete (ooh-ooh)
Make money like Citrine (ooh)
Big D on me like Celine
What good is being fly
In someone else’s eye?
I don’t have to explain myself
‘Cause bitch I have arrived (‘rived, ‘rived)
Don’t care how much I make (make, make)
Most of your numbers fake (fake, fake)
I got expensive taste, that kinda livin’ really pays

No, no
Nobody out like me
No shawty, don’t compete
Make money like Citrine
Big D on me like Celine