Lyrics

Lip gloss and iPods, I'm gonna get what I want
Claires, Icing, all the best
Look much hotter than all the rest
All the rest
Coach bags and candy stores
I get what I want
And I go get more
he knows what I really want
Yeah, you know, I know, you know
Fred Segal, Hot Boutiques
Victoria Beckham
I'm Oh So Chic
Sex, Drugs and Juicy, baby
And do me, baby
Playboy mansion, hustler shop
Three hundred dollars
On just one top
Dior lip gloss in my bag
Yeah, you know I'm poppin' tags
All these bitches fuckin' mad
All these bitches fuckin' jealous
I got Juicy on my ass
Take me shopping when you make me mad
I like young, rich ****
Who ain't scared to spend a bag
**** serving grams
I like **** thats serving pound
I like **** pullin scams
Young, rich ****
Come dick me down
Young, rich ****, come show me love
Young, rich ****, come take me home
Young rich ****, come get it on
You know we gon' get it on
You know, we gon' get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Written by: Taylor Jeaneé
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