Текст песни Cars, Clothes And Calories

She only wants the dress inside the magazines She thinks that ever after she’ll be living happily And this sudden curiosity you have for me Show me something ‘bout your personality Oh, and these cars and clothes and calories To her it’s just an every day reality So, what is you want, girl? What is it you want, out of me? ‘Cause maybe it’s the soco Maybe it’s the hennessy Maybe it’s the fast life Maybe it’s the limousines Maybe it’s the good weed Maybe it’s the nicotine Maybe she’s a dancer Maybe she’s a beauty queen All these cars and clothes and calories (yeah) All these, cars and clothes and calories (yeah) She only wants to fuck my ego We all know, everything there is to know about her Gold digger As the pile of money gets bigger All the girls get richer Sip, sippin' on conja like luda Have her feeling sweet like sugar Lick it off your body Get low, I can give you what you want You could be my christina milian from 2004 (That was okay. I ain’t playing. I’m for real) I wanna' make a request I wanna' feel blessed I wanna' get you out of that dress It’s all about the way that you move To make a man wanna' spend it on you Work hard, play hard That’s what you do And I’m in love Miss independant Could do it on her own But she feels like a princess That’s alright Cause she takes the crown, yeah When she, uh ‘Cause maybe it’s the soco Maybe it’s the hennessy Maybe it’s the fast life Maybe it’s the limousines Maybe it’s the good weed Maybe it’s the nicotine Maybe she’s a dancer Maybe she’s a beauty queen All these cars and clothes and calories All these, cars and clothes and calories Yeah