She So Tom MacDonald

[Chorus]
Gucci all on her wrist
No church for her, Christian Dior
She sold her soul for designer shit
And she still spend all day inside the store
Louis all on her purse
No church for her, she pray for fame
She sold her soul for some fancy shit
And some limo rides, and some cheap champagne
She so, she so, she so, she so tired
Bags under both her eyes, but both of them designer
She go, she go, she go, she go too hard
She just tryna work, work, work
But it hurt, hurt, hurts

[Verse 1]
Uh, she at a party full of suits
Chillin' with thе old money, tryna make a move
Shе wonder why her parents and her friends don't approve
But she livin' in the moment and she has nothing to prove to them
Couple stacks on a week night, movie and some weed night
Move a little shit in her free time
Couple stacks on a week night, they ain't even good, that's a weak night
Couple friends on her phone like "where you at?"
She don't even know, she don't holler back
She tryna make some money and escape
But they tell her watch her language, she just tryna watch her weight, ah
Couple guys on her phone like "where you been?"
She gave 'em what they want, and never saw 'em since
She tryna make it feel alright, so she shops all day and she cries all night