Lyrics
The other day I checked my bank account
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And I didn't understand 'cause I've been working hard
For the life of me I didn't know where it went
I hadn't even payed the rent
Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh, Lord I should have seen it coming, this time I'm in deep
Now I'm heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain't making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
'Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
Well, my throat dried up and my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over and popped the trunk
And I tried to ignore her absent minded smile
Then boy I was greeted by quite the crew
This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo
And that was just the fellas who were sitting on top of the pile
I said, "Baby, there's a Walmart a block away
And I don't think they sell these brands"
Now I'm heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain't making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
'Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste on a beer budget
All the bills are in my name (all the bills are in his name)
They're gonna haul my ass away (they're gonna haul his ass away)
And I won't see her pretty face at all (no, oh), 'cause the prison's nowhere near the mall (mall)
Now I'm heading to poor house, you're heading to jail
And if I end up there I ain't making bail
And if it goes to court, I sure don't have a case
'Cause I ran out of money some time ago
But if you look at my wife you'd never know
I'm afraid my baby's got champagne taste; (hahaha) on a beer budget
Hmm, hmm
Oh-oh...
