Bougie

(album: Love Songs 4 The Streets 2 - 2019)

(Jahlil Beats)

When I made it rich I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (Bitch)
Walked into Saks Fifth like "Gimme that and gimme this" (Gimme that)
That's your 'Wednesday crush', you know Lil Fish done hit that shit
You ain't gotta tell me, I know niggas envious
Count that cash while my little bitch bounce her ass (Bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost 150, that's your stash (That's your stash)
Popping shit on Instagram, that's your past
When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash
I got a bag, I'm doing the most, niggas is lame, I am the GOAT
They wanna gas, I'm giving them smoke
Jump off the jet, get on the boat
I'm in a yacht, I'm with a thot, she giving me throat
Ah shit, cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get Ghost (Skrrt)

Pull up in a what the fuck was that, hoe
We still throwing super models off the backboard
Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I gave her back bro
And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke, go

First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be tripping off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that hoe for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet
You want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you bougie, huh
And you don't want no FashionNova, you want some Gucci, huh
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked
Why she think she playing me? This shit be groupie love
I think I'm bougie, Mike Amiri jeans cost me two G's
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
Ooh, I think I'm bougie

Came a long way from the trenches, riding CTA
From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA
And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA
And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sipping T-E-A
I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass DEA
I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo
Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
If he too loud, and he too wild then he get paid for
I know some niggas that'll take your head off for that bank roll
Lawyer money up to my dogs, then this case closed
Boy, you just start sipping, we sold him Karo
I popped some X, I was geeking, I DM'd J-Lo
Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up Late Shows
They put Lil' Varny in that chair, you know he ate those
Niggas jumping dick to dick, man I hate those
I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo

First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be tripping off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that hoe for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet
You want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you bougie, huh
And you don't want no FashionNova, you want some Gucci, huh
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked
Why she think she playing me? This shit be groupie love
I think I'm bougie, Mike Amiri jeans cost me two G's
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
Ooh, I think I'm bougie