(She don't, she don't love you)
(She don't, she don't love you)
Watch
From the sidelines as they drown in Dompe
(Boy... Boy)
Lungs
Filled with ashes falling from Pompeii
(Boy... Boy)
Dancing on the tables
Bottle hoards they stalk and stare
Longing for attention
From a silver spoon they're fed
Why do you try so hard
When money grows on trees in your backyard
Why do you try so hard
When money grows on trees in your backyard
Hey rich boy
Spending all your money and time on a girl that will love you for one night
What you gonna do when your funds dry
Spending all your money and time on coke and molly just to get you high
What you gonna do when your funds dry
Love
Is for retail it's just pay for play
(Boy)
Chug oxycontin with your morning champagne
(Boy)
Intoxicated he plays the fool for fame
Seeking validation recognition of his name
Why do you try so hard
When money grows on trees in your backyard
Why do you try so hard
When money grows on trees in your backyard
Hey rich boy
Spending all your money and time on a girl that will love you for one night
What you gonna do when your funds dry
Spending all your money and time on coke and molly just to get you high
What you gonna do when your funds dry
Catch em on Friday
Like deja vu
Rich boy got tables by the DJ Booth
Catch em on Friday
Like deja vu
Rich boy got tables by the DJ Booth
Hey rich boy
Spending all your money and time on a girl that will love you for one night
What you gonna do when your funds dry
Spending all your money and time on coke and molly just to get you high
What you gonna do when your funds dry