Would It Matter

If I'm on it nine to five, out chea workin'

Out chea workin'

And I never could afford you a Birkin

You a Birkin

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you

Without me

If the car I drive, dusty on the surface

On the surface

And the windows didn't come with a curtain

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you if this love is real?

Without me

My phone ain't chirpin', I'm never servin'

The subway, I never surf it

They check in, I'm probably clerkin'

Will this last? I'm not for certain

They pay out, I make a way

I go back to school, live this cool, I'll go major in real estate

Buy a bigger place for you and I

Living with my parents ain't that glamorous, but it'll get us by

You a super-trooper kind of queen that I can't do without

Rings and things, I promise, can't be sure like Nastradamus

What if we never buy it all? Just be honest

If I'm on it nine to five, out chea workin'

Out chea workin'

And I never could afford you a Birkin

You a Birkin

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you?

Without me

If the car I drive, dusty on the surface

On the surface

And the windows didn't come with a curtain

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you if this love is real?

Without me

Diamond-encrusted Rollie faces

Tig ol' bitties, doctor made it

Designer the fashion, private plane

And board a yacht off in the Caymans

Blowin' them bands, poppin' them tags

Showin' yo, showin' yo, twerk, twerk

Sound of the dryer, goin' on live

Just to splurge on the road

Take it back and get their hair done and their nails

They ain't best friends with Chanel

Brunch at Tiffany's never fail

Worth the cut at Zales

Yessir

Lapidary, you can tell

You can

If we never ball or buy it all, would you love me for real?

If I'm on it nine to five, out chea workin'

Out chea workin'

And I never could afford you a Birkin

You a Birkin

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you?

Without me

If the car I drive, dusty on the surface

On the surface

And the windows didn't come with a curtain

Tell me, would it matter to you?

Would it really matter to you if this love is real?

Without me