Lyrics

Pretty boy wanna take me out to Soho You're the type where I typically won't go One hot night could be fun But I don't know how to feel But you got a Benz, got a boat where we're drinking Private jet like every other weekend One short flight got you good, got you thinking this is real If you only knew I don't like champagne, Prada Money doesn't change that we got bigger problems You got nice things, they don't faze me Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me I set the bar high, can you blame me? You can love me, baby, you can hate me Flashy cars and your limousines Money buys almost everything You got nice things, call me crazy But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me With the mouth always bigger than the wallet Nepo baby, where'd you go to college Say it's luck, but that's not what I would call it Nuh-uh-uh, oh Nothing to say Nothing to blah-blah-blah Always the same Get what they want-want-want Take it away If I'm being honest, I don't want your Nice things, they don't faze me Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me I set the bar high, can you blame me? You can love me, baby, you can hate me Flashy cars and your limousines Money buys almost everything You got nice things, call me crazy But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me Nothing to say Nothing to blah-blah-blah Always the same Get what they want-want-want Take it away If I'm being honest (honest) If you only knew I don't like champagne, drama Money doesn't fix that I think you're the problem You got nice things, they don't faze me Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me I set the bar high, can you blame me? You can love me, baby, you can hate me Flashy cars and your limousines Money buys almost everything You got nice things, call me crazy But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me
Writer(s): Austin Wolfe, Jordan Shulman, Mattisnotfamous Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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