Rich Boy Playbook

She too pretty for his crib

Too bad for his little grip He got money,

still can’t win Wrong in public,

wrong again He flex that watch,

she checks her nails He talk big,

then he fails Boring boy with a blank stare Still she rides

when he’s there

Don’t say much She knows the deal He buys the trip She

likes the feel Don’t say much She plays it cool He lost

at life But he made the rules (ooh-yeah)

Rich boy, rich boy,

pay that

She won’t say it,

but she stays that Rich boy,

rich boy,

jet that Make her forget,

make her forget that Rich boy,

rich boy,

pay that He’s a mess,

but he keeps her back Rich boy,

rich boy,

jet that All the way,

all the way, yeah

He can’t dance, he can’t talk Can’t keep pace when she takes

off Every plan he made goes wrong Still she drifts and hums

along Private jet, white leather seat Gold on his wrist,

cold on his teeth She look bored,

then she leans in That’s how the whole night begins

Don’t say much She knows the deal He buys the trip She

likes the feel Don’t say much She plays it cool He lost

at life But he made the rules (ooh-yeah) Rich boy,

rich boy,

pay that

She won’t say it,

but she stays that Rich boy,

rich boy,

jet that Make her forget,

make her forget that Rich boy,

rich boy,

pay that He’s a mess,

but he keeps her back Rich boy,

rich boy,

jet that All the way,

all the way, yeah

Takeoff glow

She let it go Bad taste,

good life

That’s how it goes He’s no prize She’s no saint

Still he got her And she don’t complain

(hummmm) Rich boy, rich boy,

pay that

She won’t say it,

but she stays that Rich boy,

rich boy, jet that Make her forget,

make her forget that Rich boy,

rich boy,

pay that He’s a mess,

but he keeps her back Rich boy,

rich boy,

jet that All the way,

all the way, yeah