Expensive Taste (feat. Tyla Yaweh) feat. Tyla Yaweh

歌詞

I mean, ha ha Yeah She like Chanel bags, yeah She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste She got expensive taste She like Chanel bags, yeah She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste She got expensive taste, yeah She like the palm trees and the drop-tops and the warm breeze, yeah She from the Westside, with the sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah She thinks she know me, but I know her and she lonely, yeah We take it slowly, fuck a ring, shawty want a Rollie, yeah She hit Rodeo then hit the beach liquor and lines off the Louis V Drinks on the rocks out in Malibu, got me wonderin' like, "Who is she?" Make-up and her hair done and she bossed up like Kylie Evianté, wrist frosted, diamonds fuckin' up the climate She in LA, she left her heart back home She don't look for love no more, already crossed that road She wanna go fuck up the function, 'til the club gon' close She don't let 'em read her feelings, yeah her heart don't show, na, na Finna slide off in the coupe, go missin' I can see her but it's only from a distance Spillin' drank on the floor, she trippin' Smokin' on loud, got double vision She love to get lifted and she love the attention She just want the finer things, a Hollywood addiction She like Chanel bags, yeah She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste She got expensive taste She like Chanel bags, yeah She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah She got expensive taste (Yeah), she got expensive taste (Oh) She got expensive taste, yeah Got a lot of money, I just spent tonight (Tonight) Hopped up on a jet ski, went to Mastro's took a flight (Oh, oh, oh) Big bag by the mornin', this my type of life, yeah I make sure your rent is paid, I take a risk just like parlay (Oh, oh) I know that her life expensive, yeah, yeah (Expensive) AP 'round her wrist, she match my ways (Ways) She don't even have to clean the house 'cause we've got maid (Maid) Smellin' like some Baccarat, she got expensive taste If she got no racks, she better walk up out my way She got thick thighs (Thick thighs, uh) Sit right (Sit right) When she hop inside the coupe it make her act right (Skrr, skrr, skrr) I bought her new YSL, eighty racks on Dior Take a trip to Rodeo, I had to make a detour, detour She like Chanel bags, yeah (Whoa, oh) She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste (Oh, oh, oh, oh) She got expensive taste (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) She like Chanel bags, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh) She look at me like she been through Hell and back, yeah She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste She got expensive taste, yeah Oh, oh, oh, whoa Oh, oh, oh, whoa