O.M.G. lyrics

[Intro: Smash David]

Got it on smash

Got it on smash

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Think he got a chance with a bitch 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 pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit 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 bitch ain't even got no plates

I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face

How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play

They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico

You bitches gassed 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 bitch 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 pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Wiz Khalifa]

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit 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 bitch like Iggy

Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I'm picky

Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie

Got so much ass, 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit 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 bitch ever!