Credit Card - Diana King

I wonder what a stranger thinks when I walk by

I got mine, I’m so fly

Do they see the pain behind the make-up?

What’s up, what’s up?

No love

Can u see my puffy eyes?

Turn my head to the side

Can u tell I cried all night?

I found my baby with another girl

I found my baby with another girl

Now my two way’s blowing up (911 911)

Can’t push me in the gutter just to lift me up!

(Dtop calling me, paging me)

Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue

Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you

I’m thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo

Me a go get my sweet revenge on you

I heard you called me up at Momma’s house

But she slammed the phone down

She tried to warn me you were down-low

I think I’ll buy her a new pair of shoes

Don’t worry about it, Boo

I’ll tell her it’s a gift from you

Ooh this platinum feels so good (911 911)

Better than it ever shoul

Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue

Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you

I’m thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo

Me a go get my sweet revenge on you

Because you creep, creep, creep

Now look how you’re gonna weep

You hurt me deep, deep, deep

To add to that you were so cheap

Gonna take your AMEX, Master

And your platinum Visa

Buy a big diamond ring and put it on my middle finger…

Gonna take your credit cards down Fifth Avenue

Me a go take this pain and charge it back to you

I’m thinkin' Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo

Me a go get my sweet revenge on you