I only want the dresses like in the magazine
I think that ever after I'll be living happily
And this sudden curiosity you have for me
Shows me something 'bout your personality
Oh, and these cars and clothes and calories
To me, it's just an everyday reality
So, what is it you want, boy?
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 bodizine
Maybe you know I'm not a dancer
Maybe just a beauty queen
All these cars and clothes and calories (yeah)
All these, cars and clothes and calories
He only wants to fuck my ego, we all know
Everything there is to know about your 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
You could be so looking at me alone
I ain't Christina Milian from 2004 oh, oh
(That was okay)
I am gonna make a request
I wanna feel blessed
You 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 babe love
Miss independent could do it on my own
'Cause I feel like a princess
'Cause I take the crown, yeah
When I, 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 bodizine
I'm not a dancer
Maybe just a beauty queen
All these cars and clothes and calories
All these, cars and clothes and calories
He only wants to fuck my ego, we all know
Everything there is to know about your gold digger
As the pile of money gets bigger
All the girls get richer
Sip, sippin' on conja like luda
Have me feeling sweet like sugar
Lick it off your body
You could be so looking at me alone
I ain't Christina Milian from 2004 oh oh
