Alumni - Bourgeois

Her taste is caviar, purse is a hand-me-down
Maxed out credit cards, cash that can't be found
In the contents of her wallet
Shallow pockets, it's preposterous
Blew her welfare check, and the balance
Under a thousand
Public housing
She in the club, tryin'a go home with a ball player
Poked holes in that rubber, got you by the balls, playa
She leasing that new Lexus model
LS, hell yes, her ex will follow
Instructions to pay that car note, she'll swallow
In return for the payment, due date tomorrow
Using head just to get ahead
And that head's incredible, that's extra bread
But what she do with that extra bread?
She blow it all on shoes
Get it - sneaker head

You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie
You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie

Lord have mercy, Father help us all
If you supply your phone number, I can't help but call
Met you last night, good time at the bar
Now your nose in the air like you're looking at the stars
Aww, I know why, mama
Figure eight shape, more curved than a comma
Wait, that don't impress me, never
My pimp game tight, so my mind is clever
So you getting cheddar out your boy not happenin'
Unless you throw it back like a lineback' snappin'
You bougie, ratchet, want groupie action
And it's bound to happen, like Snoop relapsin'
Woah
She wanna shine like Soul Glo
Dipped in that Polo, Vera Wang logo
No, it ain't happening, bitch
Your box full of stars, like the Hollywood strip
So, you California dreamin'
Saying that you on, but you're wrong for the reason
Why

You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie
You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie

She's a bottle blonde model on that Hollywood shit
Giving head to get ahead, she got them politic lips
On some 2pac, wonder why they calling you bitch
Your pride's just a side dish when you swallow them dicks, honey
Yeah, you're all about your paper, aint cha?
Game day at at the club, tryin'a bag a ball player
And head back to his suite, 'cause you're thinking maybe later
You can ply him with some drinks
And keep the rubber when he rapes ya
That last part was in quotations
'Cause one way or another, yo, this motherfucker's payin'
Ain't he?
You act like you deserve it
Bitch, you ain't never earned shit
Why on Earth you think you're worth it?
Just 'cause you got that little pussy with the diamonds in it
Bitch, stop your lying, quit it
I ain't got the time to hit it anyway
Getting laid by a chick every prick in the city's banged
Ain't worth a penny paid
You just ain't that fucking pretty, babe
Plus

You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie
You're too broke to be bougie
Acting like a star, like you all in the movies
Please, who the fuck you think you're fooling?
Hollywood, stop it - you're nothing but a groupie

Written by:
Brian Bush, Kellyn Crawley, Kevin Jacobson, Miguel Cervantes

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