NICE THINGS

Pretty boy wanna take me out to Soho
You're the type where I typically won't go
One hot night could be fun
But I don't know how to feel

But you got a Benz, got a boat where we're drinking
Private jet like every other weekend
One short flight got you good, got you thinking this is real

If you only knew I don't like champagne, Prada
Money doesn't change that we got bigger problems

You got nice things, they don't faze me
Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me
I set the bar high, can you blame me?
You can love me, baby, you can hate me
Flashy cars and your limousines
Money buys almost everything
You got nice things, call me crazy
But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me

With the mouth always bigger than the wallet
Nepo baby, where'd you go to college
Say it's luck, but that's not what I would call it
Nuh-uh-uh, oh

Nothing to say
Nothing to blah-blah-blah
Always the same
Get what they want-want-want
Take it away
If I'm being honest, I don't want your

Nice things, they don't faze me
Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me
I set the bar high, can you blame me?
You can love me, baby, you can hate me
Flashy cars and your limousines
Money buys almost everything
You got nice things, call me crazy
But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me

Nothing to say
Nothing to blah-blah-blah
Always the same
Get what they want-want-want
Take it away
If I'm being honest (honest)

If you only knew I don't like champagne, drama
Money doesn't fix that I think you're the problem

You got nice things, they don't faze me
Gotta play nice if you wanna taste me
I set the bar high, can you blame me?
You can love me, baby, you can hate me
Flashy cars and your limousines
Money buys almost everything
You got nice things, call me crazy
But I wouldn't want it even if you paid me



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Shulman, Austin Wolfe, Matt Ferree
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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