Better Than You - Rye Rye, M.I.A.

«Anything you can do I can do better»

«I can do anything better than you»

«No you can’t»

«Yes I can»

«Can't»

I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit («No you can’t»)

I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit («No you can’t»)

But I do it better, way better than the chick («No you can’t»)

So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big

That whole outift that you’re wearing just dead

I showed you how to do it, like you was my kid

I was some big hair, and she went and got a wig

Where they do that at?

Bitches coppin' red wigs

I got them posh lips, the real Dr. Martens

Shawty said she got hers from the Walmart-in

She’s sarcastic, but I’m just smart and

What I said, did she take it to the heart, man?

«Anything you can do I can do better» («No you can’t»)

«I can do anything better than you»

So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit («No you can’t»)

You look good but I do it—"better"

Heard you singing songs that sounds like me («No you can’t»)

You do it good but I do it—"better than you"

And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better

And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"

And when I get my hair done, I get it way better

Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"

Shawty got braids, so he swear that he a thug

I got that Amy Chu, so I look at him and mug

He standin' on the corner, posted up, with a

But I don’t do those, I can post too, what’s up

He got on Jay’s, I got the newer ones

You got dark blue, then I’m rockin' the bluer ones

She got on the dress, I got on the cuter ones

And she go to public school, I got to tutor 'em

So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit

You look good but I do it—"better"

Heard you singing songs that sounds like me

You do it good but I do it—"better than you"

And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better

And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"

And when I get my hair done, I get it way better

Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"

I got imitators, haters, and some psychos

But what I hate most are bitches who are fame-hoes

Seen her at the party posing for photos

She don’t think about the world past painting clothes

Girls been doing rounds at the local mall

And I bet you too, doing dudes in rock 'n' roll

Facebook, face facts, girl you know that

Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, you should post that

So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit

You look good but I do it—"better"

Heard you singing songs that sounds like me

You do it good but I do it—"better than you"

And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better

And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"

And when I get my hair done, I get it way better

Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"

You wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next

Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,

Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next

Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,

(I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit

I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit

But I do it better, way better than the chick

So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big)

Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next

Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,

Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next

Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,

(I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit

I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit

But I do it better, way better than the chick

So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big)