The valet pointed me through the door One more shot and you're on the floor If cash talks, yours is a lion's roar Ghesquière, Christian Dior You're the asshole ambassador But your friends obey like Labradors I vomited on the alpine décor It's okay, your daddy gon' buy some more
All your friends from school are here Your frat boys got the rufies near What will they want when you're out of beer? Your parents' cocaine! Your graduation monster bash The maids will pick up all the trash In almost every room is stashed Your parents' cocaine!
Your daddy gon' make you VP of sales Don't mix good shit with the ginger ale Pacific Heights ain't Sunnydale You could murder somebody and be out on bail Your mom's Amtrak- she's on the rails So many bumps thought it was Braille One day, we're all gonna tip the scales Cuz me and my crew are too big to fail
Steve and Katie shut the door And fucked all on the bathroom floor Now they're up and looking for Your parents' cocaine! Until you get that trust fund check Pretend you worked for your respect Janie's asking if she can test Your parents' cocaine!
All your esteemed colleages and guests Are here to celebrate your success They only say "Good Luck!" in jest Your fortune guaranteed at the breast And Dave, who lets you win at chess Is with your girlfriend in her dress They're tired of being your marionettes You'll mourn in Rio via company jet
Your daddy's got a business plan Which made wars in Afghanistan It bought your house in Bangkok and Your parents' cocaine! Narcos kicked my windows out They beat and dragged me out the house They don't give a fuck about Your parents' cocaine! Your parents' cocaine
