Guess the song by lyrics

She loves to be on the edge, her fantasy is okay

White shirt now red, my bloody nose

So let's raise the bar, and our cups to the stars

I got my money, let's spend it up. Go out and smash it, like, oh my god

Hee-hee, i'm bad as michael jackson, dun, dun, dun

Guess who's back with a brand new rap? And I don't mean "rap" as in a new case of child molestation accusations

F*ck money! I don't rap for dead presidents I'd rather see the President, It's never been said, but I set precedents

i got black, i got white, what you want? Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I don't need the stars, the moon, the world if you bring me the sun.

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot, Told 'em f*ck 12, f*ck SWAT

She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night, I don't need no light to see you

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace, Allow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushes

N*gga, the cops outside, Lock up the house

But if you knew her, she lives a lie, She calls the paparazzi, then she acts surprised, oh

Mm, she the devil, She a bad lil' b*tch, she a rebel, She put her foot to the pedal, It'll take a whole lot for me to settle

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm, I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this, But, you probably won't, you think you're...