Rich Boy

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
Lungs
Filled with ashes falling from Pompeii
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
Chug
Oxycontin with your morning champagne
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
She don't, she don't love you