88GLAM, WondaGurl - Far From God Lyrics

Man, I'm in my bag
Tearing off these tags
Riches came from rags
Ricky that's my swag
Mix it with the Raf
Ticket on my dash
Cuban leave no rash
Catch 'em just like ash

Picking up my old habits, couldn't give that shit a break
Before I smash I take my Patek, put it in a safe
Telling my co-defendant, "Chill don't go out saying names"
It's 30k just for the show I'm on a private plane

I'm telling my girl let's work it out I know you like that bag
Since we been messing with each other you ain't seen a cab
Yeah my jeweler cooking putting baguettes on the glam
Taking my time I'm adding zeros I became a Sav'
Money like backstreet boys
Nigga like last week (noise)
Running like track meet (boys)
Pressing these buttons I like toys
I'm obsessed, I like green
Count it stack, money machine
Amiri Jeans busting the seams 50K Large
On a highlight reel for days
In my bag like Lays
Critics give me me praise
Know you feel a way
I just spent 2K Balenciaga these ain't Js
Going through a phase
Told me she like change
Shorty said she pulling up I'm pulling on her waist
Dior on her body she gon' catch it like a case
I don't conversate, all you niggas waste
I been 'bout this money fucking bitches making plays (plays, plays)
(Yeah)

Man, I'm in my bag
Tearing off these tags
Riches came from rags
Ricky, that's my swag
Mix it with the Raf
Ticket on my dash
Cuban leave no rash
Catch 'em just like ash

Picking up my old habits, couldn't give that shit a break
Before I smash I take my Patek, put it in a safe
Telling my co-defendant, "Chill don't go out saying names"
It's 30k just for the show I'm on a private plane

But I don't wear no badge catch me fucking on a Sag
She gon' throw it back cheating on him when she mad
I know why she sad he's a square like plaid
She gon' call me dad take her top off like it's grad
Back in the day I used to baby bottle
Jet run way got me fucking with all these models
Porsche came with throttle
Lean done made me waddle
2020 vision still rock Gucci goggle
Became a boss I hope these rackys don't blind me
All these bags I talk to my staff like Hermione
Bitches try to climb me
All these rappers slimey
If I was sharing my location couldn't find me

Man, I'm in my bag
Tearing off these tags
Riches came from rags
Ricky, that's my swag (yeah)
Mix it with the Raf
Ticket on my dash
Cuban leave no rash
Catch 'em just like ash

Picking up my old habits, couldn't give that shit a break
Before I smash I take my Patek, put it in a safe
Telling my co-defendant, "Chill don't go out saying names" (yeah)
It's 30k just for the show I'm on a private plane