Iggy Azalea ft. Wiz Khalifa - OMG Lyrics

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 calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up

Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

He said I taste so good I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck I'd die for love, I get 250 just to play
They taking shots like plaxico
I'm riding 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'mma need a fee

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 calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up

Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for 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 rolling 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 bringing weed on the plane
Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha)

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 calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up

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)

Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!