Boujee Natives

Yeah
 We boujee natives, woo
 Yeah
 We them boujee natives, I got turquoise on my wrist
 We them boujee natives, five rings up on my fist
 We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
 We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay
 Look, snow goonie from the boonies
 Not the type you see in movies
 Felt the spirit living through me
 Since I was a puny dookie
 Neechie, neechie, lookie lookie
 How I get low when I boogie
 Don't mind me some goodies goodies
 (Yi yi) I'm Nate and boujee
 My wifey be the wolf and I'm the wolf that's from the sea
 And she no Pocahontas, more like Buffy Saint Marie
 Come do your dance with me
 I dip, you dip, we dip
 No, It ain't blasphemy
 I sip, you sip, we sip, waniseeka (oh)
 I stand and rock with all my Sioux without the woosing
 Since me and bro came out the womb
 Neechie one and neechie two
 We very indigenous people (uh huh), we some VIP's
 And my blood thicker than oolichan grease
 (Yi yi) neechie please
 Sing your song, this my jam, got my fam all going ham
 For the land, not the gram, stay minay, it's who I am
 We choose copper over gold, praise the elders
 I'll remember what I'm told, never turn your back on home
 We them boujee natives, I got turquoise on my wrist
 We them boujee natives, five rings up on my fist
 We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
 We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay
 Hey-aho, can't you tell I'm woke? (Woke)
 The smoke shop is closed, can you tell your boy is dope?
 Man I'm spending like I made it and
 I'm smudging 'cause I'm broke again
 Always running late, I hope the liquor store is open, aye
 I got carvers, weavers, beaders and designers on my team
 I got braiders hella famous that I'm signing to my team
 In my limousine, don't I look steezy?
 Next to my indigi-queen, yeah that's my moos-moo-geethl
 I know, I know ballers, I know chiefs, I know riders from the east
 I know educated natives down to picket in the streets
 Middle fingers to police, fuck you we come in peace
 I know redskin hippies that be giving me the creeps
 I know beauty, I know beast, I know savages and freaks
 And I know a couple cousins even boujeer than me
 No, no, no, we ain't elite
 Boujee native, yes indeed
 Art exhibit to the club and we rolling twenty deep
 Copper on my neck (yeah), gold on my ring (bling)
 Feather on my hat (yeah), skin stitched chin (woo)
 Hundred warriors on my back, they be drumming when I sing
 Man there ain't no way around it, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
 Boujee native, I got turquoise on my wrist
 We them boujee natives, five rings up on my fist
 We them boujee natives, big hat with the brim
 We them boujee natives, got that custom made bling
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, hold my knowledge in my braids
 We them boujee natives, new cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage
 We them boujee natives, you can holla at Minay