Fluff

Old magazines scheming the pictures (scheming the pictures)
 Juicy couture (juicy couture) teasing the fellas
 Allure
 Pretty at Coachella, the weather
 Never changes her hair
 Fellows, the way she blows
 Movie star dreams
 Pretty on the scene
 Everyone knows her name
 But I just say
 Pretty in Coachella
 Just can't get enough fluff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Fast cars, hotel, fivе-stars, oh-well
 And well
 Fast cars, hotel, five stars, oh-well
 And well
 Cocaine by the mounds, champagne surrounds
 There she goes dancing all around
 Gemstones and gowns, cranberry crown
 Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
 It's Coachella
 Fast cars, hotels, oh-well, oh-well
 And well (groovin', baby)
 Fast cars, hotel, five-stars, oh-well
 And well (yeah, yeah, ayy, uh, check it)
 And who invited Ms. Tiffany diamonds
 With the Prada or Balenciaga dress to arrive in
 Young and excited, slight misguided
 Lines in her palm, but I know she ain't psychic
 And she on your line 'cause your flex ain't private
 VVS glow get to dancin' and shinin'
 Mountains of blow lookin' over horizons
 Put the blade to the white like a ninja that slices
 My God (God), what a trip (trip)
 You got the tuck (and?), And the nip, uh
 You got the clout (clout) and the whip
 But ironically, you can't get a grip, one time
 Got the Bimmer fully equipped, one time
 Even your girls is makin' a trip (Coachella!)
 The drugs, the fantasy, the chasing of the pleasures
 You realize it never made it better
 Just can't get enough of fluff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of fluff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough of stuff
 Just can't get enough
 She's out of your league, and you'll never please her
 Just leave her, but you can't stop watching her
 Like a painting falling, you wanna save it
 Ooh-la-la
 Pink (pink)