Bougie, bougie
I wanna make art and not just make content
Nobody gets paid if I did what I wanted
This song is a banger, I don't really know her
Me two in a day, I'm a corporate composer
My creativity is a factory
They bleed me dry, it's a tragedy
God gave me a gift, but you profit from it
Oh geez, oh please, I'm over it
Uh,
uh-huh, uh-huh
Welcome to the bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the money,
let it rain on me
But bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the gun and I'm on my knees
Bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the money,
let it rain on me
But bourgeoisie, baby please You got the gun
I'm not talking to Jeff Ford or Elon To Bill or to Mark
I'm talking to the bourgeoisie And it's us
Sing la-di-da-di-da-di-da The bourgeoisie don't give a flying *
About the bills I gotta pay So they can get away
Buy a ticket for a silly little vacay God knows where,
doing God knows who
But the rich gon' do what the rich gon' do Bourgeoisie,
baby please
You got the money,
let it rain on me But bourgeoisie,
baby please
You got the gun and I'm on my knees Bourgeoisie,
baby please
You got the money,
let it rain on me But bourgeoisie,
baby please
You got the gun
Bougie, bougie
Bougie, bougie
Uh,
uh-huh, uh-huh
Man down,
man down Put the gun to my head,
I will never sell out
I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no
If I come into wealth now I got people
around me that it will be spent on
I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no
Welcome to the bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the money,
let it rain on me
But bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the gun and I'm on my knees
Bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the money,
let it rain on me
But bourgeoisie,
baby please You got the gun and I'm on my knees