The label says you useless fucks need a hit Something raw and edgy, just fake some shit

So we're riding this track in our million dollar suite

Snorting lines off hookers and lobster meat We don't own a yacht, nah fuck that flex

We're totally broke, just drowning in debt No Ferraris parked, no diamond chains

Ignore my private chef, he's fucking late

Cause we're just like you, broke as hell Totally not recording in a luxury hotel

No gold-plated toilets or strippers for days We're scraping by in relatable ways

Riding fake-ass lyrics on our platinum Mac While our butler's on standby rubbing my back

Let's make them think we're normal, we'll sell it real tight

Sing about ramen noodles while we're donning on steak tonight

We don't own a jet, we hitchhike rides Paying for gas, psh, we barely get by

Where private islands, yeah, those don't exist Ignore the yacht party with your mom on the list

Cause we're just like you, scraping change Totally not rich, we're fucking deranged

No orgies in hot tubs or coke by the gram We're broke and basic, just a shit

We're down to earth, yeah, real-ass shit This diamond-encrusted mic don't mean dick

Our caviar lifestyle's a goddamn lie We're poor as hell in this Ferrari I drive

So here's our hit, I hope you fucking relate Buy our record so we can gold-plate the gate

We're just like you, yeah, can't you see? Except we're rich as fuck and living carefree