Bourgeoisie

Lyrics

[Intro] Bougie-bougie [Verse 1] 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" Made 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) [Chorus] Welcome to the bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the money, let it rain on me B-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 B-Bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the gun [Verse 2] I'm not talking to Jeff or to Elon, to Bill or to Mark I'm talking to the bourgeoisie (And it sucks) Sing, "La-di-da-di-da-di-da" But bourgeoisie don't give a Flying fuck 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 [Chorus] Bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the money, let it rain on me B-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 B-Bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the gun [Post-Chorus] Bougie-bougie Bougie-bougie Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Bridge] Man down, man down Put the gun to my head, I would never sell out I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no If I come into wealth now I've got people around me that it will be spent on I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) [Chorus] Welcome to the bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the money, let it rain on me B-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 B-Bourgeoisie, baby, please You got the gun and I'm on my knees