Gucci Dress, Temu Manners

Verse 1 Designer tag still on, price paid on credit Talk big tables, but you never get seated Gold chains loud, but the silence says more You bought the look, not the code, not the door Name-dropping rooms you were never inside Calling it class when it’s just overpriced pride You look down noses you don’t even own Mistaking money noise for a throne ⸻ Pre-Chorus Real wealth moves quiet, you didn’t hear It’s not the bag, it’s the way you appear You flash, you bark, you reach for control But class is calm — and you’re losing the role ⸻ Chorus / Hook Gucci dress, Temu manners Acting rich, but you’re cheap in your standards Looking down like you’re born in a palace But your taste screams loud — and your soul’s still unpaid Gucci dress, Temu manners You can’t buy grace, no matter the planners Upper class isn’t something you banner It’s how you move when nobody’s impressed ⸻ Verse 2 You lecture strangers like you own the floor Correcting tone, but missing decor Talking respect like it’s something you grant While you beg for attention you can’t command First class seat, but economy mind Measuring worth like it’s status and time You confuse being served with being above But real power never needs to shove ⸻ Pre-Chorus You think money makes rules bend for you But the mirror knows exactly who’s who It’s not envy, it’s clarity sharp You’re playing rich — but missing the art ⸻ Chorus / Hook Gucci dress, Temu manners Fake elite with discount banners Looking down like you’re born in a palace But your vibe tells stories you can’t outspend Gucci dress, Temu manners Luxury skin, but the soul’s in tatters Upper class isn’t loud or frantic It’s knowing when not to speak at all ⸻ Bridge (spoken / half-sung, cold) Upper class doesn’t humiliate Doesn’t correct strangers to feel first-rate It doesn’t need an audience And it never confuses power with arrogance ⸻ Final Chorus Gucci dress, Temu manners You wear wealth, but you act like you panic Counting status, missing manners You bought the costume — not the name Gucci dress, Temu manners Real class doesn’t look for banners It walks past you without a glance And that’s the part you’ll never afford ⸻ Outro You call it luxury — I call it loud Money talks, but class doesn’t shout