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)