Letras
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof
There's nothing like this type of view
Point the kicker at the tube
I prefer expensive news
New car, new girl, new ice, new glass
New watch, good times, baby, it's good times, yeah
She wash my back three times a day
This showerhead feels amazing
We both be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
Close your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the Xanny-gnashing, Caddy-smashing
Bradley ass in Melly's snatches daddy's Jag
And use the shit for batting practice
Adamant any trash in
Purchasing crappy grams
Without a hint of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy don't like to kill his
Toying with raggy ends and
Mummy done had enough
Brushed as fuck
Breaching all these aqueducts
Don't believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt, yuck
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool
Blueface Ewings and Taylor Suits
I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm
She slaps my head, it's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And some don't end the way they should
My silver spoon has finally curd
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love