Phora, Tyla Yaweh - Expensive Taste paroles de (lyrics)

I mean, haha yeah

She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yeah she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
Shе in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yеah she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

She like the palm trees and the
Droptops and the warm breeze, yeah
She from the Westside with the
Sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah
She thinks she know me, but I
Know her and she lonely, yeah
We take it slowly, fuck a
Ring, shawty want a Rollie, yeah
She hit Rodeo then hit the
Beach, liquor and lines, off the Louis V
Drinks on the rocks out in
Malibu, got me wonderin' like, "Who is she?"
Makeup and her hair done and
She bossed up like Kylie
Eviantte, wrist frosted
Diamonds fuckin' up the climate
She in LA, she left her heart back home
She don't look for love no more
Already crossed that road
She wanna go fuck up the function
'til the club gon' close
She don't let 'em read her feelings
Yeah, her heart don't show, no, no
Finna slide off in the coupe, gone missin'
I can see her, but it's only from a distance
Spillin' drink on the floor, she trippin'
Smokin' on loud, got double vision
She love to get lifted and
She love the attention
She just want the finer things
A Hollywood addiction

She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yeah she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yeah she got expensive taste
(yeah) , she got expensive taste (Oh)
She got expensive taste, yeah

Got a lot of money I just spent tonight
(Tonight)
Hopped up on a jet ski, went to Mars
Just took a flight (Oh, oh, oh)
Big bag by the mornin', this my type of life
Yeah i make sure your rent is paid
I take a risk just like pilot (Oh, oh)
I know that her life expensive, yeah, yeah
(Expensive)
AP 'round her wrist, she match my waist
(Waist) she don't even have to clean her
House 'cause we've got maid (Maid)
Smellin' like some Baccarat
She got expensive taste if she got no racks
She better walk up out my way
She got thick thighs
(Thick thighs) , huh, sit right (Sit right)
When she hop inside the coupe
It make her act right (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I bought her new YSL, thirty racks on Dior
Take a trip to Rodeo, I had to make a detour
Detour

She like Chanel bags, yeah (Woah, oh)
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah (Oh oh, oh oh, oh)
She look at me like she
Been through hell and back, yeah
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh)
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash
Yeah she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh