Far From God ft. WondaGurl Lyrics

Far From God ft. WondaGurl - 88GLAM

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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 Peteke 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

Ball out a highlight reel for days

In my bag like lays

Critics give me, me praise

Now you feel a way

I just spent 2K Balenciaga these ain't Jays

Going through a phase

Told me she like change

Shorty said she's pullin' up, I'm pullin' on her waist

Dior on her body she gon' catch it like a case

I don't conversant all you niggas waste

I been 'bout this money

Fucking bitches making plays (plays, plays)

When 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 link no watch

Catch me just like cash

Picking up my old habits

Couldn't give that shit a break

Before I smash I take my Peteke 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 sash

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 runway 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 Rockies don't blind me

All these bags I talk to my staff like Hermione

Bitches try to climb me

All these rappers slimy

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

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 Peteke put it in a safe

Telling my co-defendant yo don't go up saying names

It's 30k just for the show I'm on a private plane