Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Got It Made, artist - Plies. Date of issue: 07.06.2010
Song language: English
She Got It Made |
| I’m lookin' for one female |
| That I can turn into a spoiled brat |
| I wanna spoil you seven days a week |
| I’ll buy you Gucci and Prada |
| And fly you all around the world |
| Because you so much hotter |
| Than all them other girls |
| So when we coolin' on the Eastside |
| You coolin' with me |
| But when you pull up in that new ride |
| This is all they gon' say, hey! |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |
| Millionaire-like status, I can make yours the same |
| Big crib, nice whips, I can get it all arranged |
| I can get your own chauffeur, I can put you on a plane |
| Clear stones, nice diamonds, I can put it 'em your ring |
| Big rocks, flawless ice, I can put it in your chain |
| Nice weight, nice hips, I can put it on your frame |
| Buy you stocks, buy you bonds, I can put it 'em in your name |
| If you like to ride candy, I can put you in the paint |
| If you like top shelf, I can put it in your drank |
| If you need a lil' paper, I can put it in your bank |
| If you need a lil' sex, I can drop it in your tank |
| If you ever get cold, I can put you in a mink |
| I’ll buy you Gucci and Prada |
| And fly you all around the world |
| Because you so much hotter |
| Than all them other girls |
| So when we coolin' on the Eastside |
| You coolin' with me |
| But when you pull up in that new ride |
| This is all they gon' say, hey! |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |
| I can make you everyday look like a big time model |
| I can spoil you everyday and have you livin' on the water |
| All 5-star suites, we ain’t doin' no remodels |
| You ain’t got to cook baby, all you gotta do is order |
| If you ever with me, you ain’t got to spend a quarter |
| Own beautician baby, all you got to do is call her |
| Gotta closet full of purses, everyone of 'em I done bought 'em |
| Got your teacup Yorkie just to match with your Prada |
| Wanna tear down Bell Harbor, all you got to do is holler |
| Let you act a lil' streeter, let you drink out of the bottle |
| Send you on vacation with your girls and your momma |
| Wanna stay a whole month, you can stay as long as you wanna |
| I’ll buy you Gucci and Prada |
| And fly you all around the world |
| Because you so much hotter |
| Than all them other girls |
| So when we coolin' on the Eastside |
| You coolin' with me |
| But when you pull up in that new ride |
| This is all they gon' say, hey! |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |
| Damn right, she got it good |
| Hell yeah, she got it made |