She been running on my mind yeah
Stuck in my mind like a parasite yeah
Throw it up for O-Town yeah
Samurai Stan Pretty Chino Orcutt Hill
Pour one up for O-Town yeah ay yeah
She got freckles on her face
Similar to the stars in the sky in outer space yeah
She got she got she got
She got she got she got
Money so she don't need a man
Only her close bad bitches and her onlyfans yeah
She got she got she got
She got everything that she wants
All the dresses that she gon flaunt
She got no desire for anything else
No longer has that fire been exchanged for wealth
She got power in her fingertips but there's no love no love no love ay
Fingers talking bout this and that and to pull up pull up pull up yeah
She got an agenda
She's a big spenda
She got a never ending wish list
Oh it's so meaningless
She got a pretty face
She got daddy's wealth
She got a pretty place
All for herself
She got all that she need in exchange for a pretty please
All her friends convince her it's empowering
But she feels hollow inside
Trying to fill the void with some horoscopes and white lines
She got rich men waiting on standby
But instead she hangouts with the broke guys
Low lives and I think I know why
Cuz deep down she can truly sympathize
And you feel their pain
Even though your purse is full of credit cards
You start to finally understand why
And realize none of the shit you got matters
None of it
Because you started treating people like customers and nothing more
She got nah she got nothing