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