Lyrics: Romy Flores/Cait Cole/Jordan Reyes/Sam Matlock/Rachel Hastings
Music: Romy Flores/Cait Cole/Jordan Reyes/Sam Matlock/Rachel Hastings
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so-
I think it's funny that you think you know a thing
Put judgement on me but you don't know where I've been
So sweet and lovely, pampered up and perfect skin
With all that money you'd think you'd have common sense
Your loving daddy gave you his Corvette but
You're feeling rowdy so you call the UberX up
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
My short skirt's black but it's frayed though
Have you ever wondered why you're so afraid though?
Six figures hit your bank account that you didn't do a thing for
Life is pretty nice but you still seem to complain though
Woah, I did it again, I said too much
Now you won't pretend we're best friends
And in the end, we pop some bottles and take some shots, the tab's on you
Because my overdraft lines are looking battered and bruised
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
Hello operator, can you help me sell me a soul?
I just wanna know how it feels to have it all
I ain't got no notes, just pockets full of loose metal
If someone blew up the banks would we be on the same level?
Full shutdown, talking
Your money in my pocket
Don't worry about your wallet, no good Miss Robin Hood stole it
Yo Milkie, what you gonna do with all that cash?
Rich girl shit, I'm gonna spend it fast
Live large, die hard, ****stars
Yeah, I'll get muscle cars, slick guitars
Top floor suites with armoured guards in
Tinted shades and foreign blades
Hand grenade, the ace of spades
Put it all on black 'cause we're never coming back
How the **** did you spend it already?
(But I) I'll never get to be like you
('Cause we) Yeah, we were born to lose
All pain no gain, just waste away
And everyday's the ****in' same
(But I) I'll never get to be like you
(Yeah, I) I don't wanna be like you
(Yeah, I) I never wanna be like you
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
You're so young and rich, you're so young and rich
Shooting stars ain't shit, don't need to make a wish
(So young and rich)