She's in a bikini with a martini Takin' every kind of pill
He's wearin' Armani in his Ferrari Gettin' loaded off her body Rollin' hundred dollar bills
She's drivin' to Vegas in her Mercedes On the weekend gettin' crazy Givin' every kind of thrill
She's in her Dior Haute Couture
It tastes so good it makes you ill No one's gonna make you stop Dancing with a loaded gun No one's gonna make you give it up
She's walkin' the runway in every city Gettin' paid to be too skinny
He's getting head inside of a limo Holdin' on to her stilettos Spendin' hundred dollar bills
It tastes so good it makes you ill No one's gonna make you stop Dancing with a loaded gun No one's gonna make you give it up
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
It tastes so good it makes you ill No one's gonna make you stop Dancing with a loaded gun No one's gonna make you give it up
Everybody wants (wants) a thrill Everybody wants (wants) a thrill
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
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