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.