She only wants the dress inside the magazines She thinks that ever after she'll be living happily And this sudden curiosity you have for me Show me something 'bout your personality Oh, and these cars and clothes and calories To her it's just an every day reality So, what is you want, girl? What is it you want out of me?
'Cause maybe it's the soco Maybe it's the Hennessy Maybe it's the fast life Maybe it's the limousines Maybe it's the good weed Maybe it's the nicotine Maybe she's a dancer Maybe she's a beauty queen
All these cars and clothes and calories (yeah) All these, cars and clothes and calories Yeah
[Tyler Carter:] She only wants to fuck my ego We all know, everything there is to know about her Gold digger. As the pile of money gets bigger All the girls get richer Sip, sippin' on Conja like Luda Have her feeling sweet like sugar Lick it off your body Dip it low, I'll give you what you want You could be my Christina Milian from 2004
(That was a good year. I ain't playing. I'm for real)
I wanna make a request I wanna feel blessed I wanna get you out of that dress It's all about the way that you move To make a man wanna spend it on you Work hard, play hard That's what you do Baby love, Miss Independant Could do it on her own But she feels like a princess That's alright Cause she takes the crown, When she, uh
[Blackbear:] 'Cause maybe it's the soco Maybe it's the Hennessy Maybe it's the fast life Maybe it's the limousines Maybe it's the good weed Maybe it's the nicotine Maybe she's a dancer Maybe she's a beauty queen
All these cars and clothes and calories All these, cars and clothes and calories YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
