Uh, uh, Ali and Murphy
Uh, uh, School Boy with the College Boy
And uh, and uh

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto (it don't move me, baby)
Got a lake, a pool (and a jacuzzi, baby) (check, check)
But it's still McDonald's (and a movie, baby)
Y'all so crazy (check, check)

I'm at the bar, industry party, caviar
Denim suits, superstar, Cigarello cigars
Spittin' bars to this foot in stilettos
She boughetto, that mean she bougie and ghetto
Bougie 'cause her shoes alone cost a grand
Ghetto 'cause she cuss too much and talk with her hands
Said she don't fuck with rap since Mase got saved
But baby got back like mace got sprayed
You know the bougie type, ass boombastic
Mabelline queen, titties all plastic
Niggas front with they tank on empty
Pay cash for e'rythang, cut the top of a Bentley
I roll the truck slow, the gas I ease on it
I got a trailer on the back, four-wheeler with Ds on it
Got the leather with the Gs on it, gangsta, gangsta
Gotta get it, get it good and

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto (it don't move me, baby)
Got a lake, a pool (and a jacuzzi, baby)
But it's still McDonald's (and a movie, baby)
Y'all so crazy

If you got an expensive weave (that's boughetto)
Spend six hundred on weed (that's boughetto)
Benz while your sittin' on Ds (that's boughetto)
Tell 'em what's boughetto (bougie and ghetto)

Ayo, Murph' is bougie, School Boy, ghetto
What more can I say? I'm boughetto
Ayo, I'm beautifetto, that's beautiful and ghetto
I got plenty war stories, plenty hood medals
Did alotta wrong with alotta good fellows
But now I got my shit togeth-o (hello)
I took my hustlin' ways from them scufflin' days
To eight million copies on my resume
I moved right out the hood, 'cause I don't like the hood
I tell all my people to think twice in the hood
The police, man, they don't even like us
They got Spud and Booneville, 'Trelle up in Riker's
And I just like what the money can get
A little head e'ry now and then so honey can spit
Chrome tips, a hundred and forty-four of them shits
And a big ass crib 'cause

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto (it don't move me, baby)
Got a lake, a pool (and a jacuzzi, baby)
But it's still McDonald's (and a movie, baby)
Y'all so crazy

If you got an expensive weave (that's boughetto)
Spend six hundred on weed (that's boughetto)
Benz while your sittin' on Ds (that's boughetto)
Tell 'em what's boughetto (bougie and ghetto) (check, check)

A boughetto pimp juice and I know it
'Cause I come party late, smellin like weed
No matter who throw it
I'm in the curl cap, didn't get paid but done a rap
Them ain't Rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?
Throwin' trash out the Benz on the highway
But the old school still spillin' all in the driveway
And if it stop, never tow-truck pull me home
Fuckin', I keep socks, had jewelry on
I'm like a pimp in the 80s, a Reverend Run
Preachin' it to em, gassin' em up like Chev-e-ron
Got the Ds, the beeps and the televis-ion
And my Sprint (brrr) like a boughetto telethon
But I'm bougie forever 'cause I got it to spend it
Ghetto, put rims on the car that I rented
Trump money, but it's still the motel-y
Kijuan and Slo and Nelly and

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto (it don't move me, baby)
Got a lake, a pool (and a jacuzzi, baby)
But it's still McDonald's (and a movie, baby)
Y'all so crazy

If you got an expensive weave (that's boughetto)
Spend six hundred on weed (that's boughetto)
Benz while your sittin' on Ds (that's boughetto)
Tell 'em what's boughetto

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby) (but, umm)
If it ain't ghetto (it don't move me, baby)
Got a lake, a pool (and a jacuzzi, baby)
But it's still McDonald's (and a movie, baby)
Y'all so crazy

If you got an expensive weave (that's boughetto)
Spend six hundred on weed (that's boughetto)
Benz while your sittin' on Ds (that's boughetto)
Tell 'em what's boughetto

Ali and Murphy is (bougie, baby)
Bougie, baby
Bougie, baby
Bougie, baby

Ali and Murphy is
Bougie, baby (that's boughetto)
Bougie, baby (that's boughetto)
Bougie, baby (that's boughetto)
Bougie and ghetto

Yo, yo, you gonna know it's for real
When it's like a thousand cars
We pull up at the club and you see a thousand stars
But that's only me and the 'Tics surrounding the bar
And you second-guessin' like I can't spit a thousand bars
Then you look at my jewels, frozen, only kid chosen
G-O to the olden, that'll be the golden
Get brains in the Range in any main clothin'
From Phat Farm to Sean John and Diddy know this
Cruise to Aruba, huff and puffin' the Buddha
Meet, rentin' the scooters with some hoes that work at Hooters
Got the jet-skis too far, the God wanna sue us
A damn shame, damn chain can't get no bluer
Yes, it's the young one, back for everything I left y'all
Since shit done turned to Teflon
Yeah, I respect y'all, but I would have to wet y'all
Young boys come in pieces or leave on a stretcher


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Boughetto Lyrics as written by Waiel Yaghnam Tohri Murphy Lee Harper

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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