Wiz Khalifa - O.M.G. lyrics

He ain't got a chance with a b**h like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I ain't picking up, picking up Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool You ain't thick enough, thick enough Weave so long and the p**y so wet Gon' eat it up, eat it up (x2) Oh My God, this sh** different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings What's the difference between me and you? (Who?) 1200 dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!) I know the facts will make you feel a way Took three years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!) What's the difference between yours and mine Credit cards that just don't decline (No b**h!) It's overpriced but I still don't mind I spent 1000 dollars on a gla** of wine Y'all mathematicians tryna split the tab b**h you know you shouldn't ate the crab Louis purse but you kept the tag b**h you know you finna take it back Tit for tat you know get the bag You know p**y fat, you know waist snatched I'm in the quarter mill with the ceiling cracked Why you in your feelings? I ain't feeling that (Naah!) Ain't no f**ing thing you could offer me If he hit it then you know he won the lottery Imma keep him if he eating with no cutlery Pardon me, i'm too audacious I want them tickets, ain't talking citations Santortini then i switch up locations Got no further f**s, so don't ask for donations (Woo!) Better get your bag up Talk sh** [???] Oh My God, this sh** different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings [Outro] Oh My God Biggest b**h ever!