Expensive Taste - Phora, Tyla Yaweh

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

Lookin' 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

Eviantte, wrist frosted, 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, gone missin'

I can see her but it’s only from a distance

Spillin' drink on the floor, she trippin'

Smokin' 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 spend tonight (Tonight)

Hopped up on a jetskit, 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 risk just like (Oh, oh)

I know that her life expensive, 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)

like some 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 (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

I bought a new, plenty 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, she got expensive taste (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

She got expensive taste (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)

She like Chanel bags, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)

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

Oh, oh, oh, woah

Oh, oh, oh, woah