Diana King - Credit Card lyrics

I wonder what a stranger thinks when I walk by I got mine, I'm so fly Do they see the pain behind the make-up? What's up, what's up? No love Can u see my puffy eyes? Turn my head to the side Can u tell I cried all night? I found my baby with another girl I found my baby with another girl Now my two way's blowing up (911 911) Can't push me in the gutter just to lift me up! (Dtop calling me, paging me) [Chorus:] Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you I'm thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo Me a go get my sweet revenge on you I heard you called me up at Momma's house But she slammed the phone down She tried to warn me you were down-low I think I'll buy her a new pair of shoes Don't worry about it, Boo I'll tell her it's a gift from you Ooh this platinum feels so good (911 911) Better than it ever shoul [Chorus:] Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you I'm thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo Me a go get my sweet revenge on you Because you creep, creep, creep Now look how you're gonna weep You hurt me deep, deep, deep To add to that you were so cheap Gonna take your AMEX, Master And your platinum Visa Buy a big diamond ring and put it on my middle finger... [Chorus:] Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you I'm thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo Me a go get my sweet revenge on you