tildanittiotre

Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga's matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
Plus the look in your eyes, is killing me
I guess you knew an advantage
Cuz you can blame me for every thing
And I don't know how imma manage
If one day you just up and leave.