Texty

I don't ever wanna fight I don't ever wanna cross the line You gotta, gotta do me right But I'm gonna buy the things I like Oh baby, hold up, get out the way I'll make you pay (pay) I don't ever wanna fight, I don't ever wanna cross the line When you break my heart and I swipe my card Is the only way that I get to hold on, so hold on And then I cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Cry, cry, my oh, my, my When I get moody, I'm on the Gucci Money don't buy happiness But I'll rather cry in my Gucci dress Cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Boy, you driving me insane I really gotta kill my pain (kill my pain) I don't even mean't the pills No, I really mean the dollar bills Oh baby, hold up, get out the way (get up) I'll make you pay (I'll make you pay) My sorry is too late, can I get it on a silver plate? Cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Cry, cry, my oh, my, my When I get moody, I'm on the Gucci Money don't buy happiness But I'll rather cry in my Gucci dress Cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Dress In my Gucci dress And then I cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Cry, cry, my oh my, my When I get moody, I'm on the Gucci Money don't buy happiness But I'll rather cry in my Gucci dress Cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Cry, cry, cry Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci Yeah
Writer(s): Bhavik Pattani, Ilira Gashi, Jaro Omar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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