More songs by bbno$
Description
Smooth rhythm, mirrored sunglasses, leather that shines as if it reflects the whole world - confidence here is not a game, but currency. Every sound is a wink, every word a hint of self-assurance, the kind that borders on the art of narcissism. Everything around is a stage, where even the wind blows on command, and money jingles not for wealth, but for style.
And yet, behind this bravado, irony can be heard - as if the shiny shell is deliberately too bright to miss the smile inside, slightly tired but satisfied. The world may not love or understand, but it certainly applauds. After all, living beautifully is also a talent.
DIRECTOR: BRYANT HYUN
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: JACOB KRUPP
CINEMATOGRAPHER: JARED BROWN
1 EDITOR: NEIT NEGRON DIAS
1 ACCESSORY: JAKE DEVERYAN
2nd ACCESSORIES: JUSTIN WALL
Gaffer: Tyler Mainard
Grip: Demian Tejeda
Production Designer: Alyssa (Hsin-Tin) Kailin Liu
ART DIRECTOR: ARIEL LING-AN HUANG
STYLIST: NAOMI ZINNS
ASSISTANT STYLIST: KESSIDY WRIGHT
CASTING DIRECTOR: MORIA LEVY STUART
EDITORS: STEFANO LEE, BRYANT HYOUNG
COLOURIST: ASHTON THOMAS
PASTEUR: LUKE HOUSER, HENRY PARKER
PRESENTED BY INTERLUDE STUDIOS
Lyrics and translation
Original
He don't love me
He don't want me
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, he a gigolo
Every time I need a max on a roulette
Bet you bet I'ma hit the chick for a new check
Fallin' out my mind, I'm Phuket
Few K, got me cookin' up like a crew set (he a gigolo)
Every other week, we on a cute trip, cute shit
Say I want a boat, I got a cruise ship
Never feelin' blue, I'm throwin' blue strips
Blue fit, chewin' BlueChew, I'm 'bout blue chips (oh, he a gigolo)
Gettin' violated in a whip
Mama, take me to the store, and she bought me a Patek, ay (ay)
Eatin' caviar off the strip, told me
Put it on her tab before givin' her the tip
This the pretty boy anthem
If you tall, sexy, handsome
You a certified gigolo
He don't love me (yes, I do)
He don't want me (yes, I do)
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy, shit
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
Damn, I'm a certified gigolo
I'm a trust fund baby, no money
Better call me by my name like I'm Lil Nas X (where the cash at?)
In the green light district, I'm a young male mistress
Makin' racks every time I have sex (where the cash at?)
I call her Dwayne, how she rockin' on my Johnson
No safe word, she ain't givin' me no option
I play the long game, think it's time to lock in
Threw me at her will, so I'm peekin' out her coffin
Yeah, I'm rich now (ay)
Even bad bitches ain't gettin' discounts (ay)
She wanna freak off, made me raise an eyebrow, shit
Every city that I go turn to Pound Town
This the pretty boy anthem
If you tall, sexy, handsome
You a certified gigolo
He don't love me (yes, I do)
He don't want me (yes, I do)
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy shit
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(Oh, he a gigolo) Uh-huh, uh-huh
Damn, I'm a certified gigolo
English translation
He don't love me
He don't want me
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, he a gigolo
Every time I need a max on a roulette
Bet you bet I'ma hit the chick for a new check
Fallin' out my mind, I'm Phuket
Few K, got me cookin' up like a crew set (he a gigolo)
Every other week, we on a cute trip, cute shit
Say I want a boat, I got a cruise ship
Never feelin' blue, I'm throwin' blue strips
Blue fit, chewin' BlueChew, I'm 'bout blue chips (oh, he a gigolo)
Gettin' violated in a whip
Mama, take me to the store, and she bought me a Patek, ay (ay)
Eatin' caviar off the strip, told me
Put it on her tab before givin' her the tip
This the pretty boy anthem
If you tall, sexy, handsome
You a certified gigolo
He don't love me (yes, I do)
He don't want me (yes, I do)
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy, shit
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
Damn, I'm a certified gigolo
I'm a trust fund baby, no money
Better call me by my name like I'm Lil Nas X (where the cash at?)
In the green light district, I'm a young male mistress
Makin' racks every time I have sex (where the cash at?)
I call her Dwayne, how she rockin' on my Johnson
No safe word, she ain't givin' me no option
I play the long game, think it's time to lock in
Threw me at her will, so I'm peekin' out her coffin
Yeah, I'm rich now (ay)
Even bad bitches ain't gettin' discounts (ay)
She wanna freak off, made me raise an eyebrow, shit
Every city that I go turn to Pound Town
This the pretty boy anthem
If you tall, sexy, handsome
You a certified gigolo
He don't love me (yes, I do)
He don't want me (yes, I do)
I just use him for his body, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm on my pretty boy shit
(Oh, he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(He-he a gigolo) uh-huh, uh-huh
(Oh, he a gigolo) Uh-huh, uh-huh
Damn, I'm a certified gigolo