Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlie Shaw
Songwriter
Songtexte
Hop in the Benz then the Bentley
That's that Boujee Talk
Rockin' Dior with the Fendi
That's that Boujee talk
None of my friends actin' friendly
That's that Boujee Talk
Don't let a broke bitch come near me
That's that Boujee Talk
Takin' flights and spendin' checks
Papered up could really flex
Make him swipe the Amex
That's that Boujee Talk
Dropped some bands on the kicks
I got a boujee walk
They been sleepin' on me
**** it's time to wake up
Just copped my second whip
Tell them bitches get they cake up
The sickest in the city ****
I should get a checkup
Call me city girl
Cause you get smacked up if you act up
I got a Boujee Talk
So you know I got a boujee walk
Body all these bitches
I should make them draw the fuckin' chalk
Colder than these bitches
I should change my name to Jack Frost
Wanna be like me but you can't
You better get lost
I like a thick pretty bitch
Who be really with the shit
Mean mug a ****
We don't do no smilin' in this bitch
We ain't got no holla
If you ain't got no dollas in this bitch
Not talkin' Lilo but my money blue
Wallet full of Stitch
Fuck a weak bitch who be sneak dissin'
All up in my face and them twitter fingers steady be itchin'
Throwin' it all out
But you can't even take what you be dishin'
Speaking on my name
Hoes be fans and they be fuckin' trippin'
Dog a **** out
Treat him like a motherfuckin' hoe
Be with **** on that demon time
They really trained to go
Her **** hittin' up my line
Tryna link up on the low
Told that **** I ain't got time
Cause his pockets need to grow
Pockets need to show
Hittin' up my line
Wanna link up on the low
Told that **** I ain't got time
Cause his pockets need to grow
Be with **** on that demon time
They really trained to go
Dog a **** out
Treat him like a motherfuckin'
Hop in the Benz then the Bentley
That's that Boujee Talk
Rockin' Dior with the Fendi
That's that Boujee talk
None of my friends actin' friendly
That's that Boujee Talk
Dont let a broke bitch come near me
That's that Boujee Talk
Takin' flights and spendin' checks
Papered up could really flex
Make him swipe the Amex
That's that Boujee Talk
Dropped some bands on the kicks
I got a boujee walk
I like a hood rich ****
With a big ole stick
Shawty stay mad
Cause her **** likin' pics
Itchy say I'm boujee
Droppin' bands on the kicks
Be for real ****
You could never touch this
A gangsta on the net
But you talkin' to them dicks
A real weird bitch
Cause you subbin' all yo shit
A real weird bitch
Cause you subbin' all yo shit
Said it two times
Cause why you weird ass a bitch
If we bein' honest
Weird hoe equal groupie hoe
Watchin' all my post
But you never like a photo
Never cop a four door
Cause I'm ridin' solo
Free Zeke out that north
Told him stop ridin' them stolos
Member me and twin
Used to pop out in them polos
Call up rap twin
He get it gone off the block though
Member me and twin
Used to pop out in them polos
Call up rap twin
He get it gone off the block hoe
Hop in the Benz then the Bentley
That's that Boujee Talk
Rockin' Dior with the Fendi
That's that Boujee talk
None of my friends actin' friendly
That's that Boujee Talk
Dont let a broke bitch come near me
That's that Boujee Talk
Takin' flights and spendin' checks
Papered up could really flex
Make him swipe the Amex
That's that Boujee Talk
Dropped some bands on the kicks
I got a boujee walk
If she mad she can stay mad
Bitches mad they gone stay mad
If she mad she can stay mad
Bitches mad they gone stay mad
Written by: Carlie Shaw
