I don't ever wanna fight
I don't ever wanna cross the line
You gotta, gotta do me right
Or I'm gonna buy the things I like, oh baby
Hold up, get out the way
Or I'll make you pay
I don't ever wanna fight
I don't ever wanna cross the line

When you break my heart
And I swipe my card
Is the only way that I get to
Hold on, so hold on

And then I cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry, cry, my oh my my
When I get moody, I want the (Gucci)
Money don't buy happiness
[?] my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci

Boy you driving me insane
And I really gotta kill my pain (yeah, my pain)
I don't even mean the pills
No I really mean the dollar bills, oh baby
Hold up, get out the way (get out)
Or I'll make you pay (I'll make you pay)
My sorry is too late
Can I get it on a silver plate?

Cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry, cry, my oh my my
When I get moody, I want the (Gucci)
Money don't buy happiness
But I'd rather cry in my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci

Dress
In my Gucci dress

And then I cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry, cry, my oh my my
When I get moody, I want the (Gucci)
Money don't buy happiness
But I'd rather cry in my Gucci dress
Cry, cry, cry
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci
Cry in my Gucci, cry in my Gucci