Lady Gaga, Doechii: Runway

Walk, I'm feeling fab
I'm feeling free, I feel exceptionally me
Hate all you want, but I'm dangerous
You gon' burn your tongue on this tea
Might show up late, might be on time
Just wait, I'm coming, kii-kii
This paparazzi routine
Bitch, I came to be seen

Yes, serve a little sass
Yes, with a little side of ass
Yes, got the front row screaming
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay)
Yes, do a little twirl
Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl
Yes

Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around
Bitch, Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around
Bitch, Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway

I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Tell 'em, "Make room," my body's a entree
I could turn a mad ho into a fan
Cameras flashing, lights on, fuck it up
Click, click, click, click, everywhere I go (Rrr)
Get it, can't get me, face card froze
Never gon' see me waiting at the door, no (Yeah)
Get out the way, ho

Yes, serve a little sass
Yes, with a little side of ass
Yes, got the front row screaming
Okay (Okay), okay (Okay)
Yes, do a little twirl
Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl
Yes

Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around
Bitch, Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around
Bitch, Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around
Bitch, Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway
Turn it up, turn around (Woo)
I can turn a dance floor into a runway

Pose
I ain't scared of no cameras
Born for the runway
Sashay, Doech-ay
Pose (Born for the runway)
I ain't scared of no cameras
Born for the runway
Sashay, Gag-ay

You were born for the runway
You were born for the runway-way-way-way
You were born for the runway
You were born for the runway, born, born, way
You were born, born
Born, born
You were born for the runway
Monday through Sunday
I can turn a dance floor into a runway