Phora and Tyla Yaweh - Expensive Taste

I mean, haha
Yeah

She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

She like the palm trees and the droptops and the warm breeze, yeah
She from the Westside, with the sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah
She thinks she know me, but I know her and she lonely, yeah
We take it slowly, fuck a ring, shawty want a Rollie, yeah
She hit Rodeo then hit the beach
Liquor and lines off the Louis V
Drinks on the rocks out in Malibu, got me wonderin' like, "Who is she?"
Makeup and her hair done and she bossed up like Kylie
Eliantte, wrist frosted, diamonds fuckin' up the climate
She in LA, she left her heart back home
She don't look for love no more, already crossed that road
She wanna go fuck up the function, 'til the club gon' close
She don't let 'em read her feelings, yeah her heart don't show, no, no
Finna slide off in the coupe, go missin'
I can see her but it's only from a distance
Spillin' drink on the floor, she trippin'
Smokin' on loud, got double vision
She love to get lifted and she love the attention
She just want the finer things, a Hollywood addition

She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste (yeah)
She got expensive taste (oh)
She got expensive taste, yeah

Got a lot of money I just spent tonight (tonight)
Hopped up on a jetski, went to Mars, just took a flight (oh, oh, oh)
Big bag by the mornin', it's my type of life, yeah
I make sure your rent is paid, I take a risk just like parlay (oh, oh)
I know that her life expensive, yeah, yeah (expensive)
AP 'round the wrist, she match my ways (ways)
She don't even have to clean her house 'cause we got maid (maid)
Smellin' like some Baccarat, she got expensive taste
If she got no racks, she better walk up out my way
She got thick thighs (thick thighs, uh)
Sit right (sit right)
When she hop inside the coupe it make her act right (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I bought her new YSL, thirty racks on Dior
Take a trip to Rodeo, I had to make a detour, detour

She like Chanel bags, yeah (woah, oh)
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got expensive taste (oh, oh, oh, oh)
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah (oh, oh, oh-oh)
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah (oh, oh, oh-oh)
She in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Written by:
Marco Archer, Tyler Jamal Brown

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