Bougie (feat. Meek Mill)

(Jahlil Beats)

When I made it rich I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (Bitch)

Walked into Saks Fifth like "Gimme that and gimme this" (Gimme that)

That's your 'Wednesday crush', you know Lil Fish done hit that shit

You ain't gotta tell me, I know **** envious

Count that cash while my little bitch bounce her ass (Bounce that ass)

Richard Mille cost 150, that's your stash (That's your stash)

Poppin' shit on Instagram, that's your past

When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash

I got a bag, I'm doin' the most, **** is lame, I am the GOAT

They wanna gas, I'm givin' them smoke

Jump off the jet, get on the boat

I'm in a yacht, I'm with a THOT, she givin' me throat

Ah shit, cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get Ghost (Skrrt)

Pull up in a what the fuck was that, hoe

We still throwin' super models off the backboard

Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I gave her back bro

And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke, go

First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check

In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X

When I'm gone off these drugs I don't think about my ex

And I ain't know that hoe for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet

You want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you bougie, huh

And you don't want no FashionNova, you want some Gucci, huh

And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked

Why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love

I think I'm bougie, Mike Amiri jeans cost me two G's

I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys

Ooh, I think I'm bougie

Came a long way from the trenches, ridin' CTA

From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA

And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA

And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sippin' T-E-A

I thought you was my b-o-y, but your ass DEA

I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo

Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low

If he too loud, and he too wild then he get paid for

I know some **** that'll take your head off for that bank roll

Lawyer money up to my dogs, then this case closed

Boy, you just start sippin', we sold him Karo

I popped some X, I was geekin', I DM'd J-Lo

Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up Late Shows

They put Lil' Varny in that chair, you know he ate those

**** jumpin' dick to dick, man I hate those

I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo

First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check

In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X

When I'm gone off these drugs I don't think about my ex

And I ain't know that hoe for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet

You want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you bougie, huh

And you don't want no FashionNova, you want some Gucci, huh

And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked

Why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love

I think I'm bougie, Mike Amiri jeans cost me two G's

I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys

Ooh, I think I'm bougie