Expensive Taste Phora (Ft. Tyla Yaweh)

[Intro: Phora]
I mean, haha
Yeah

[Chorus: Phora]
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
Shе in the Hills and she blowin' hella cash, yеah
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

[Verse 1: Phora]
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
Eviantte, wrist frosted, diamonds fuckin' up the climate
She in L.A., 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' on loud, got double vision
She love to get lifted and she love the attention
She just want the finer things, a Hollywood addiction