Dress code say: Cocktail chic
Like we even know what the hell that means (slowsilver03)
We just don't fit in in places like these

'Cause we're nouveau riche in a two-door Bimmer
I used to watch my brothers siphon gasoline, uh
No, we don't need time, we should probably leave
But they don't like my ass and I don't like them either
'Cause we're nouveau riche, drop-top C3
We made something out of nothing, you're nothing like me
And slowsilver03 are not for the weak, uh
They don't like how I act, and I don't like it either, oh, no

Y'all ain't never put in work, y'all ain't never put in work and it shows
Y'all was hoping for the best, I was prepared for the worst, yeah, I know
That y'all made something out of something
I made something out of nothing, on bro
Y'all made something out of something
I made something out of nothing, on—

And that's on me
I got people that I love from the mountains to the quays, double S-03
The whole room go quiet when my brother start to reach, and he reach in
Dress code, black tie with the valet outside, what the fuck is that even?
Things they say, we may think you're one of them, you just won't believe it
I don't even need it

'Cause we're nouveau riche in a two-door Beamer
I used to watch my brothers siphon gasoline, uh
No, we don't need time, we should probably leave
But they don't like my ass and I don't like them either
'Cause we're nouveau riche, drop-top C3
We made something out of nothing, you're nothing like me
And slowsilver03 are not for the weak, uh
They don't like how I act, and I don't like it either, oh, no (slowsilver03)

Y'all ain't never put in work, y'all ain't never put in work and it shows
Y'all was hoping for the best, I was prepared for the worst, yeah, I know
That y'all made something out of something
I made something out of nothing, on bro
Y'all made something out of something
I made something out of nothing, on