Bourgeoisie

[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