OMG Iggy Azalea (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Smash David]
Got it on smash

[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!)