Chorus (Prayer):
Yeah, she got expensive taste
300 in a day
She wanna be a star
Like the girls up in LA
Fake diamonds, that’s ok
She think that she a saint
While everyone’s watching
And know that she fake
Verse (fawlin):
Yeah, she got expensive taste
But I don’t mind it
She’s not the type of girl that should be Waiting no lines, yeah
She calls me in the morning
Wondering if I’m alright, and
She’s got the type of body
That I used to imagine (yeah)
But if she got a wedding ring
She would go and cash it in
She’s innit for the love of the
Products and limousines
Designer ‘cus she livin large
Maxin’ out her credit cards
What she doesn’t know is
Her dream can only get so far
Pre (fawlin):
100 on the dash
And the light switch off
She wanna be a queen
Wanna have it all
Flexin’ with a stack
But it ain’t her own
You know what she faking it for
Chorus (Prayer):
Yeah, she got expensive taste
300 in a day
She wanna be a star
Like the girls up in LA
Fake diamonds, that’s ok
She think that she a saint
While everyone’s watching
And know that she fake
Verse (Edmon):
Yeah, those diamonds shine bright But your eyes feel empty
Just another star that burned out in the city
She gonna fall in love with the thing That got Whitney
All that designer can make broken look pretty
She take the pills
For the thrills
In the Hollywood hills
Don’t know bill
Unless it’s teal
And it’s got a blue face
Pre (fawlin):
Flexin’ with a stack
But it ain’t her own
You know what she faking it for
Chorus (Prayer):
Yeah, she got expensive taste
300 in a day
She wanna be a star
Like the girls up in LA
Fake diamonds, that’s ok
She think that she a saint
While everyone’s watching
And know that she fake