Lyrics: Bruno Mars/Andrew Watt/Jaylah Hickmon/Stefani Germanotta/Henry Walter/Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II/Jayda Love
Music: Bruno Mars/Andrew Watt/Jaylah Hickmon/Stefani Germanotta/Henry Walter/Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II/Jayda Love
Walk, I'm feeling fab
I'm feeling free, I feel exceptionally
Hate all you want but I'm dangerous
You gon' burn your tongue on this tea
Might show up late but might be in 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"
Yes, do a little twirl
Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl
Yes, Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
Bitch
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
Bitch
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Tell 'em, "Make room," my body is an entree
I could turn a mad hoe into a fan
Cameras flashing, lights go, **** it up
Click, click, click, click, everywhere I go
Get it, can't get me, facecard faux
Never gon' see me waiting at the door, no
Get out the way hoe
Yes, serve a little sass
Yes, with a little side of ass
Yes, got the front row screaming, "Okay, okay"
Yes, do a little twirl
Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl
Yes, Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
Bitch
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
Bitch
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
Bitch
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Turn it up, turn it up loud
I can, I can, I can, I can turn the dancefloor into a runway
Pose
I ain't scared of no cameras
Born for the runway
Sashay, go gay
Pose
I ain't scared of no cameras
Born for the runway
Sashay, go gay
You were born for the runway
You were born for the runway
You were born for the runway
You were born for the runway
Born, born, way, way
Born, born
You were born for the runway
Monday through Sunday
I can turn the dancefloor into a runway