[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico You bitches gassed like Texaco, ain't bout that bag don't hit my phone Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me And if you want me to pull up, just know I'ma need a fee (yah!)
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yeah)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for a quickee, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rollin' tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringin' weed on the plane Everywhere, throwin' up gang (hahaa)
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this shit different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)
[Outro] Oh my God Biggest bitch ever!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
