[Intuition]
She's a Bev Hills betty, I'm a West Side loser
With a wallet full of maxed out plastic and coupons
But I treat her right and turn that attitude on
Keeps her down to Earth and never actin brand new y'all
She's Grey Poupon, I'm ranch dressing
Her folks think she's slumming now I got her dad stressing
Their little baby that they took to tap lessons
Getting tapped by a modern man trapped adolescent
She's at the Grove while I'm over there on Fairfax
Monolo'd toes while I'm rocking old AirMax
The type of girl that people on the streets stare at
Look at me and wonder how I ever pulled fair catch
I'm the type to get my dinner and a movie on
She got a Louis Vuitton and some Gucci's on
People ask me "Is she always acing bougie?" Nah...
That's why I'm keeping her around, 'cuz she don't do me wrong
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