Tate McRae – Housewife (Lyrics)

Tate McRae – Housewife (Lyrics) Sing along to Housewife by Tate McRae. Timed lyrics, pop-art type, full song. POP LYRIC LAB cuts a new lyric video as the chart moves. Each track gets its own colour, motion, and layout. Billboard Hot 100 #2 · week of 2026-10-31 · 1 weeks on the chart · peak #2 Chapters 0:00 Intro 0:23 Verse 1 0:37 Chorus 1:03 Verse 2 1:24 Verse 3 1:34 Chorus 2 2:01 Bridge 2:25 Verse 4 If you searched for any of these, you are in the right place: Tate McRae lyrics · Housewife lyrics · Tate McRae Housewife lyric video · Housewife karaoke · sing along Housewife What this video is Full-length lyric video for Tate McRae – Housewife Lyrics timed to the vocal Pop-art kinetic type (not a still karaoke card) Subscribe for the next chart lyric video →    / @concreteradiopl   Turn on notifications if you use lyric videos to learn songs. Lyrics Okay, okay Yeah Think my paradise is tabloids and flashing lights Truth is, it's more like loads of cash And a nice guy and a life lived right (I know that) There's just some things that they don't tell you, tell you And all the dreams they try to sell you, sell you The price of fame can take you to your knees And when it does, wanna run away with me? (Yeah) I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife You, you, you, y-you could be the one I'm calling honey Be my sex on the side You, you, you, you Acres of open stars, headlights of prеcious cars, life imitating art I, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, bе my own housewife Be my, be my Drive fast, take me out of here Louis out the window and the 310 in the mirror Life's great when you disappear Rockies took the girl, but the city took the golden years This industry will try to kill you, kill you But not before they try to bill you, bill you They try to take away your wild and free And when they do, wanna run away with me? I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife You, you, you, y-you could be the one I'm calling honey Be my sex on the side You, you, you, you Acres of open stars, headlights of precious cars, life imitating art I, I, I, I, I just wanna make a lot of money, be my own housewife Be my, be my Go into my garden, pick the money off the tree I don't pay for nothing, baby, people pay me And you right beside me's just the icing on the dream I don't need you, I want you, and that's my favorite thing Go into my garden, pick the money off the tree … About POP LYRIC LAB We make pop-art lyric videos for songs people actually search. Punch-in type, four-colour grids, comic bursts, paper cutouts, split-flap titles. New video when the Hot 100 moves. We do not own this recording. All rights belong to the original artists, songwriters, and labels. This video is a timed lyric display for listening and sing-along. #TateMcRae #Housewife #LyricVideo #Lyrics #LyricVideoTateMcRae #HousewifeLyrics #PopArt #Karaoke #SingAlong #ChartHits #POPLYRICLAB