10,000 Hits - Princess Superstar

Now back to the biz

Let’s analyse the hit song and shit

Duplicants get ready for a pop quiz

I’m a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

Listen up, every duplicant go away on a retreat

Write me hit songs, don’t forget you can’t eat!

Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee, email me the copy

I thought I told you nobody on this motherfuckin' planet can stop me

I booked you all into the 40 Seasons Hotel

It better go well, think Pink, think Pharrell, gotta sell

Think Britney, Missy, I don’t if it’s shitty

You know who once won a Grammy, Ace of Base and Milli Vanilli

Make it snappy, and it better match me

Be as tight as my skin-tight Versace, super catchy

I’m so clever, my next endeavour is to create a new musical trend

Called «I can’t believe it’s music!», then you clones copy me

I’ll be the innovator and the copycat artists, it’s a brilliant monopoly

Do this properly, protect my intellectual property

Hairdresser, manicurist, plastic surgeon, get off of me!

Call my one thousand agents for lunch

So much to discuss, lots of numbers and abs to crunch

I was already on the charts once

And now I expect ten thousand new hit songs, go clones

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

I need 10,000 hits like this to make me rich, okay bitch

Yeah, go ahead, twenty thousand tits, go