OMG
Wiz Khalifa Iggy Azalea Lyrics
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He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
He said I taste so good I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck I'd die for love, I get 250 just to play
They taking shots like plaxico
I'm riding 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'mma need a fee
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 calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
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 rolling 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 bringing weed on the plane
Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha)
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 calling 'bout the guap
I ain't picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up eat it up
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)
Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!
The lyrics to Wiz Khalifa and Iggy Azalea's song OMG are about their lavish lifestyles and high expectations when it comes to the men they date. Iggy starts off by saying that the man in question doesn't stand a chance with her because he isn't wealthy enough, and she isn't interested in taking his calls if he's not talking about money. She also taunts other women by saying they aren't "thick enough" to sit by the pool with her, likely referring to her physique.
The chorus, "Oh My God, this shit different," highlights how elevated their lives are compared to others, and they incessantly praise expensive items such as Gucci slippers and vicious wristwear. Wiz's verse continues with the theme of wealth and success, as he boasts about smoking "sticky icky" and the many women who want him. Towards the end of the song, Iggy raps about her sexual prowess and the fact that she's so desirable, she even gets paid just to show up to events.
Overall, the song is a celebration of fame, fortune, and material items that only a select few can attain. It speaks to the larger cultural obsession with wealth and the idea that having money equates to status and power.
Line by Line Meaning
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me
He believes he can handle me, but I don't think he's good enough.
He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No)
He doesn't have enough wealth to match my worth.
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap
He shouldn't call me unless he's ready to talk business.
I ain't picking up, picking up
I'm not answering his calls.
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
Other girls can't hang out with me.
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
They're not curvy enough for me.
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
I have a great hairstyle and amazing sexual appeal.
Gon' eat it up eat it up
The guy will enjoy my private parts a lot.
Oh My God, this shit different
This situation is very unique.
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
I'm wearing some fancy shoes.
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
I have a powerful and stunning wrist.
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
People might get hurt emotionally.
Oh My God, this shit different
This situation is very unique.
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
I'm wearing some fancy shoes.
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
I have a powerful and stunning wrist.
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
People might get hurt emotionally.
He said I taste so good I should just serve it on a plate
The guy complimented my flavor and suggested I serve it like food.
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, bitch ain't even got no plates
I bought a brand new car and haven't put license plates on it yet.
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
During sexual activity, I love to look up at the stars.
How the fuck I'd die for love, I get 250 just to play
I wouldn't risk dying for love when I can just get paid $250 to perform.
They taking shots like plaxico
People are attacking me like Plaxico Burress, the NFL player who shot himself in the leg.
I'm riding waves in Mexico
I'm enjoying the beaches and surfing in Mexico.
You bitches gassed like Texaco
Other women are overconfident and inflated.
Ain't 'bout that bag, don't hit my phone
If you're not talking about money, don't contact me.
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me
Ensure that your money backs up your talk before you start talking about me.
And if you want me to pull up just know I'mma need a fee
If you want me to show up somewhere, you better be willing to pay me.
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
I'm smoking high-quality weed and want a woman like Iggy Azalea.
Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I'm picky
Guys call me for quick sex, but I'm selective.
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
I asked a girl to have sex with me, but she got overly enthusiastic.
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I have a lot of curves, and people stop and stare at me.
I be rolling tropical weed up
I prepare some exotic strains of cannabis.
I be on a flight with my feet up
I always travel in comfort, with my feet up.
I get on the track and I eat it up
When I record a song, I perform it really well.
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
When I'm with a woman in bed, I am very dominant.
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
I can change a woman's behavior when I'm in a relationship.
Got you bringing weed on the plane
I convinced you to smuggle weed onto a plane.
Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha)
People respect and love our group.
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
This situation is very unique.
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
I'm wearing some fancy shoes.
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
I have a powerful and stunning wrist.
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
People might get hurt emotionally.
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
This situation is very unique.
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
I'm wearing some fancy shoes.
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
I have a powerful and stunning wrist.
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
People might get hurt emotionally.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Amethyst Amelia Kelly, Cameron Jibril Thomaz
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