Boujee Babe
I just want another
Boujee babe
Boujee babe
College girl
She want that easy A
Easy A
Catch her partying on sunday
On sunday
Social climbing to the highest place
To outer space
(yeah yeah yeah)
New racks
New stacks
She want everything in the back
Every season, Every Night, Every Day
(yeah)
She wants that bourgeoisie
Not that fugazi feeling in her veins
She wants everything she owns
To have a name
(she got)
Round trip tickets to LA
Taking shots inside the plane
Yonkers For The Creators
Bonkers for pink Chardonnay
Takes a sip
To make the pain go away
She feels so plastic
I should call her Barbie
What am I supposed to do with your kind
You be grabbing my hand
As you mess with my mind
You be chasing that Gucci
With a bottle of wine
You be stretching your legs out
In a pair of Balmain
(Aspuzi)
Want me a babe, Want me a baby that's boujee
Livin' a life of extravagance, spending them dollar bands, someone luxurious
Girl, I'm serious
You know I got a lot of money on me
And I wanna spend it on you cuz you my lover, my friend, my homie yeah
Need anything, just call me, yeah
Wanna hang out, maybe watch a movie, yeah
Buy you a car, a house, some clothes, even your favorite jewelry, yeah
Little bit of this, little bit of that
You know that I got it cause I carry them stacks
Do you want this? Tell me do you want that
Lemme be your sugar daddy, girl my wallet is fat