femmebutch comes outta the cvs,
strides across the lot like it’s there just for her.
she talkin on her femmebutch cell–
and she got, oh does she got,
miles n miles of honey hair.
femmebutch is taller than a sweet cool drink,
swings easy into her big black truck.
she don’t care a lot for labels and such–
what she got, oh what she got,
she got it good and she got it much.