90210 (feat. G-Eazy)

90210, 90210

Oh

What are you yellin' for?

You're screaming out your lungs all day and night

I can't control a, girl like you

She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne

I can't mold a, girl like you

In all designer, to remind ya

You can't buy her, just her clothes

Can't define her, can't design her

In the 90210

I can't find her, I can't find her

In the 90210

In the 90210

What are you yellin' for?

You're screaming out your lungs all day and night

I can't control a, girl like you

She need a Saturday away from home to drink more champagne

I can't mold a, girl like you

In all designer, to remind ya

You can't buy her, just her clothes

Can't define her, can't design her

In the 90210

I can't find her, I can't find her

In the 90210

In the 90210

Yeah, uh

Reverb on guitar plucks

Cigarettes and Starbucks

And her line of credits high

High as the line gets her gets her that her credit card cuts

So in love with the scene, uh

So in love with bein' seen

Probably it's time to intervene

But she doesn't care, so she keep the party goin' in the meantime

'Til it's all over, she can't rewind

If she gets her fix well then she's fine

I should prolly hit her with the peace sign

Says she wants me and I fall for it each time

She's aware she's a bad chick

Studyin' in FIDM cuttin' fabric

I really think her soul's made of plastic

End of the story is inevitably tragic

I can't find her, I can't find her

In the 90210

In the 90210

90210, 90210

Yeah, yeah

I need you, come get it

I need you, I need you

Come find it, come find it