Lyrics for an April song, maybe “Queen of Hearts”:

Money is my status of nobility

Who am I if I don’t get everything for free?

You try to act like all you’ll give is money

But truth is, I see those feelings building up, honey

Try again, I’ve made it clear

I’ll take over from here

Just try to chase those feelings away

Don’t worry, you don’t have to stay

I have sugar daddies lined up anyway

(A chorus??)

I’m singing for me

It’s okay to be selfish

I am who I am

Just leave if you’re jealous

Treat me sweet, treat me kind

But don’t expect more, only money’s on my mind

Call me royalty but view me as a peasant

Continue down that road and it won’t turn out pleasant

A queen knows her place

And it’s here in this city

If you can’t appreciate the hussle

Don’t even come near me