Sorry mama I know I don't call enough I've been losing track of time because I'm tryna run it up
I've been fighting every night I'm tryna get this money up
Said there's more to life, but I can't give it up
I need a timepiece flooded with baguettes, VVS
I want a P1, guess I never need one but I wanna see one, mmm
So fast, I've been moving so fast
I just hope I don't crash
I've been feeling hella superficial living lavish
I've been smoking big gas, I've been blowing big cash
All about the big racks
Don't talk, if you bout the small talk
Never gonna flip sides she told me that God made her for me