[Intro: Skizzy Mars]

Uh

Yo G, what up?

[Verse 1: Skizzy Mars]

Who's this pretty blonde chick taking bong rips?

Park Ave catching the cab the next morning

We partied hard last night, I'm fucking exhausted

Headed back to my hood, I'm feeling nauseous

She said someone broke her heart and that she's cautious

She thinks the fact that I'm a broke rapper is awesome

Tennis lessons, I wonder what those Lacoste(d)

So shout outs to all the Rachels and Laurens

Monclers in the winter time, three courses for dinner time V.I.P

Patron and lime, smoking weed while we drinking wine

Meat packing district, there was a line

Oh, we must have skipped it, or she must have sniffed it

Living recklessly, she said to me

[Chorus: Emily Haines, Devon Baldwin & Skizzy Mars]

You won't need a real job (She said to me)

You won't need a real job

Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)

You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yup, I could do that)

I would love to pay for you

You are made for me

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]

G, walking out of Barney's, coppin' hella shit

Careful, this lamb skin is delicate

Paid like I'm selling it

Put this on my bitch, she's benevolent

Five racks on my outfit, man, that's an estimate

Young and we decadent

She don't give a fuck, so I'm spending it

See, her pop's a politician

He was busy trying to balance out the deficit

While me and her were in his Mercedes all affectionate

Shit, I'm just young and living life, man

Bad decisions, I ain't worried about the right plan

Every night I'm pulling Trojans out the nightstand

'Cause every night I'm pulling bitches from the mic stand

My rich girl takes care of me

Homie, I ain't tripping off when other people stare at me

'Cause ordinarily she purchases it all voluntarily

I'm skipping tax brackets if she marries me

Yeah, and then she guarantee

[Chorus: Emily Haines, Devon Baldwin & G-Eazy]

You won't need a real job (She said to me)

You won't need a real job

Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)

You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yeah, I could do that)

I would love to pay for you

You are made for me

[Verse 3: Skizzy Mars]

What's your real name?

Said I'm Myles Mills

I'm just a rapper and I'm trying to make a mil'

I'm from uptown, the hood is rundown

But I think you're dope, I'm just trying to keep it real

Well, she ended up paying for the meal

Shorty, that is worth a bill

Well, maybe we can be friends

I'm down to be the guy you text when you need some drunk sex on the weekends

Smoke this high grade, kill your migraine

It's Monday morning, but we treat it like a Friday

Nobody can blame you if you born broke

But if you die broke, then that's your fault

So now we smoke joints in the club

Drink champagne and we talk about love

Getting some money now, but she told me if I wasn't, she'll hold it down

Rolls Royce when we roll around

She talking 'bout

[Chorus: Emily Haines, Devon Baldwin & Skizzy Mars]

You won't need a real job (talking 'bout)

You won't need a real job

Because I would love to pay for you (Pay for me, pay for me, yeah)

You could be a good man to me (I could do that, yup, I could do that)

I would love to pay for you

You are made for me