I wanna be a millionaire before I'm 30
But saying that out loud is probably gonna hurt me
Got nothing from our label
Bitch, pay me what you owe me
If you play guitar you can't want things
And if you really love me
You should want the best for me
Everyone is sad when
When bands break up
Well, guess guess guess guess what?
They're defeated as fuck
Shamed out of money
By their own culture
Nice to fucking meet you
Let's get a little see-through
(Watch What Happens Next, yeah yeah)
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things
I want jet packs for all my friends
I want a big house
I want nice things
You don't love me the same
It's such a fucking shame
I don't deserve as much
As all your pop faves
You wanna hear my art
But only on your terms
So learn these fucking words
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things
I want jet packs for all my friends
I want a big house
I want nice things
I don't think people realize
How they're fucking us up
I put autotune on Worst and
Caught all their disgust
Hip hop can do what—
-Ever it wants
Like make country songs
And hit number one
And that's fucking awesome
We could never do that
All the fans that like us need an easy fucking format
They would boo that
They'd abuse that
It's a cultural hold-back
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things
I want jet packs for all my friends
I want a big house
I want nice things
You don't love me the same
It's such a fucking shame
I don't deserve as much
As all your pop faves
You wanna hear my art
But only on your terms
So learn these fucking words
Let me get this straight
You want a say in
How well I live
If my life's okay
Do I get a car?
Hope it's not too nice
Tell me everything you're comfortable with and I'll comply
Can I pay rent? (Sure but not much else)
Can I try new sounds? (Go fuck yourself)
Tell me what I get
Tell me what I earn
Tell me all the things you want
And I will give up me for you
You don't love me the same
It's such a fucking shame
I don't deserve as much
As all your pop faves
You wanna hear my art
But only on your terms
So learn these fucking words
You don't love me the same
It's such a fucking shame
I'll never be enough
Until it's too late
You wanna hear my art
But only on your terms
So learn these fucking words:
I like cool shirts
I like cold rings
I want a big house
I want nice things
I want jet packs for all my friends
I want a big house
I want nice things