"Boujee On A Budget" lyrics
It don't pay to be pretty, but it pays to be smart
Looking good while being poor, now that's a work of art
This basic bitch tattoo that you see here on my arm
When my friend did it, we were stoned in her kitchen, bless her heart
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? 'Cause I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
I'm not thinking I'm an expert, but I think I know a lot
You can still get a tan if you don't own a yacht
I don't even wanna talk about that price of botox
It's called limp plumper from your local Winners or you could just not
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? well, 'cause I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
You can still look classy, you can still look brand new
Finding Gucci for five dollars, now that's called value
You can still be sassy, wear whatever you choose
It's called being confident in whatever you're rocking, not the price of your shoes
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? well, um, 'cause, you know, I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
Anyway, I just, I just learned you could curl your hair using straws
Looking good while being poor, now that's a work of art
This basic bitch tattoo that you see here on my arm
When my friend did it, we were stoned in her kitchen, bless her heart
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? 'Cause I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
I'm not thinking I'm an expert, but I think I know a lot
You can still get a tan if you don't own a yacht
I don't even wanna talk about that price of botox
It's called limp plumper from your local Winners or you could just not
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? well, 'cause I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
You can still look classy, you can still look brand new
Finding Gucci for five dollars, now that's called value
You can still be sassy, wear whatever you choose
It's called being confident in whatever you're rocking, not the price of your shoes
I'm boujee on a budget, you wouldn't know nothing bout it
Unless you dumpster dive at your local thrift store parking lot
Or you cut your hair with your mama's kitchen scissors
Your glow was brought to you by dollar store glitter
I'm a changed woman, I still look fly
Get to keep my cake, eat the pie
And if I ever get rich and famous I'll still like free shit
Why? well, um, 'cause, you know, I'm boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
Boujee on a budget
Anyway, I just, I just learned you could curl your hair using straws
Writer(s): Robyn Ottolini
