LA Models

She's started Sunday drinking rosé with her homies at the Nice Guy

Sippin' on some bubbly

Ended up with Leo over at the chateau doin' white lines

Like the Wolf of Wall Street

She's at my door, we're on the floor, we've done this dance about a thousand times

While I was sleeping she was creeping 'round the city in her thighs

Thighs

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

Drinks get stronger and the nights get old

Tell my momma I ain't coming home

From Monday to Sunday

I can't say no

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

She dates a lawyer, that's a pretty good employer when you're 18

Momma, get that money

Yeah, he's older but it's better than promoters at the Roxy

Smile like you love me

But at my show she knows the words and every note she sings along with me

Then drops my label just to try to get a table and some free drinks

On me

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

Drinks get stronger and the nights get old

Tell my momma I ain't coming home

From Monday to Sunday

I can't say no

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

She's got down on both my knees

You've never seen a better thief

That kiss tastes so liquor sweet

Every time I try to leave

Need her like a bad disease

These blue eyes my momma stole

I've never had no self control

It takes two to rock'n'roll

Maybe I'm the weaker soul

Heaven only knows

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

Drinks get stronger and the nights get old

Tell my momma I ain't coming home

From Monday to Sunday

I can't say no

I don't know but baby, I've been told

These LA model's gonna steal my soul

Oh no, no, no-no, no-no

I know, and I know, and I know, and I know

(LA model's gonna steal your soul)