Beach House Lyrics

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la, la la, la la la

Get your money right

Put it in on the runway

Thats a pretty good intro right

La la la la, la la la la

La la la la, la la, la la la

Yeah

This my last year being broke

I've said that shit for four years in a row

And now I'm looking at my bank account

I still don't got O's

But I aint given up yet

I mean I still got my goals

Like flying out to California doing shows on the coast

Il be, with the degenerates

Like, Ellen Degeneres

We'll sit around and talk about our money and expensive shit

I, need me a manager

To, steal my percentages

And when the label hit me up

Il hit em with my Leverages

I need a beach house

Out on the island

I need a bankroll

For my deposit

I need a closet

The type you walk in

I need a hundred thousand dollars in my wallet

I need designer

Don't need no stylist

I need a pilot

For flying private

I need em diamonds

So il be shining

So when they see me on the street they know I'm 'wildin'

'Wildin'

She my Pocket full of sunshine

Even when its crunch time

She gon' let me Hit it

Screaming one time for the one time

Or two times for a bitch

Who don't know three things about me

Who said she saw me on TV

And now she want me in her sheets

I need a, Kim Kardashian

A, girl with manners

Who can take me to her mansion

Introduce me to her fancy friends

Just for them to act like they like me

But deep down they despise me

So they tell all them tabloids

"Oh he's a Bad Choice

I need a beach house

Out on the island

I need a bankroll

For my deposit

I need a closet

The type you walk in

I need a hundred thousand dollars in my wallet

I need designer

Don't need no stylist

I need a pilot

For flying private

I need em diamonds

So il be shining

So when they see me on the street they know I'm 'wildin'

'Wildin'

Yeah I can't afford my rent

And I be borderline in debt

It's been a week, I haven't slept

My jacket smells like cigarettes

But every time I close my eyes

I see me flying through the sky

I hear the voices of my friends

Telling me that I was right

Ya I know I'm a star

My life's been a little bit hectic

I know I'll go far

Just give me a little time

I need a beach house

Out on the island

I need a bankroll

For my deposit

I need a closet

The type you walk in

I need a hundred thousand dollars in my wallet

I need designer

Don't need no stylist

I need a pilot

For flying private

I need em diamonds

So il be shining

So when they see me on the street they know I'm 'wildin'

'Wildin'