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

That want a big house

And 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

That want a big house

And 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

That want a big house

And 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

That want a big house

And want nice things