Blackbear

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Cars, Clothes, Calories

She only wants the dress she sees in 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 me 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,

When she, uh