Wiz Khalifa - OMG lyrics

[Intro: Smash David] Got it on smash Got it on smash [Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a b**h like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the p**y so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up [Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah) [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that b**h ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my p**y in his face How the f** could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico You b**hes ga**ed like Texaco, ain't bout that bag don't hit my phone Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me And if you want me to pull up, just know I'ma need a fee (yah!) [Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a b**h like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the p**y so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up [Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Wiz Khalifa] Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yeah) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a b**h like Iggy Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I'm picky Told that b**h to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much a**, on a traffic stop to see it I be rollin' tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the b**h and I change her Got you bringin' weed on the plane Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha) [Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Think he got a chance with a b**h like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the p**y so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up [Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah) Oh my God, this sh** different (yah) Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah) Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah) Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah) [Outro: Alejandra Hernandez] Oh my God Biggest b**h ever!