Kreayshawn - Gucci Gucci lyrics

(One big room full of bad b**hes) And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Basic b**hes wear that sh** so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada The basic b**hes wear that sh**, so I don't even bother I put that on my partner, I put that on my family Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down b**h, you ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer I'm snatching all your b**hes at my leisure And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Basic b**hes wear that sh** so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada I'm lookin' like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter I'm rolling up my catnip and sh**ting in your litter Why you looking bitter? I be looking better The type of b**h that make you wish that you ain't never met her The editor, director plus I'm my own boss So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss Which means nobody getting over me I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Basic b**hes wear that sh** so I don't even bother Oh, all you basic-a** hoes out there Man, I got rooms full of bad b**hes They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis We swagging, eh, meow