I don't ever wanna fight
I don't ever wanna cross that line
You gotta, gotta do me right
But I'm gonna buy the things I like
Oh baby, hold up
Get out the way
Or I'll make you pay
I don't ever wanna fight
I don't ever wanna cross that line
When you break my heart
And I swipe my card
It's 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 want that Gucci
Money don't buy happiness
Money (?) 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
I don't even mean the pills
No I really mean the dollar bills
Oh baby
Hold up
Get out the way
Or I'll make you pay
My sorry is too late
Get I get it on a silver plate?
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 want that Gucci
Money don't buy happiness
Money (?) my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci
Cry in my Gucci