Fluff Lyrics

Old magazines
Scheming the pictures
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 (And well)
Fast cars, hotеl, 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 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)