Bourgeoisie

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"
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)

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

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

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

Bougie-bougie
Bougie-bougie (uh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

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

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