OMG (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

G-got it on smash

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 little 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

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

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 lookin' 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

Yeah!

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 little 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

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Yeah

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

Yeah

Smoking'on some Sticky-Icky, need a bitch like Iggy

Hit my phone up for a quickie, 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

Think he got a chance with a bitch like me

Uh

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 little 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

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

Oh, my God, this shit different

Oh, my God, Gucci slippers

Oh, my God, my wrist vicious

Oh, my God, might hurt your feelings

Yeah

Oh, my God

Biggest bitch ever