Far From God

Lyrics

[Chorus: 88 Camino] Man, I'm in my bag, tearin' 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 [Post-Chorus: Derek Wise] Pickin' 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 sayin' names" It's 30K just for the show, I'm on a private plane [Verse 1: Derek Wise & 88 Camino] I'm tellin' my girl, "Let's work it out, I know you like that bag" Since we been messin' with each other, you ain't seen a cab Yeah, my jeweler cookin', puttin' baguettes on the Glam Takin' my time, I'm addin' zeroes, I became a sav' Money like Backstreet Boys, nigga like last week noise Runnin' like track meet boys, pressin' these buttons, I like toys I'm obsessed, I like green, count it, stack, money machine Amiri jeans bustin' the seams, 50K large On a highlight reel for days, in my bag like Lays Critics give me praise, know you feel a way I just spent 2K, Balenciaga, these ain't J's Goin' through a phase, told me she like change Shawty said she pullin' up, I'm pullin' 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, fuckin' bitches, makin' plays (Plays, plays, yeah) [Chorus: 88 Camino] Man, I'm in my bag, tearin' 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 [Post-Chorus: Derek Wise] Pickin' 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 sayin' names" It's 30K just for the show, I'm on a private plane [Verse 2: 88 Camino] But I don't wear no badge, catch me fuckin' on a sash She gon' throw it back, cheatin' 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 fuckin' 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 rackies 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 sharin' my location, couldn't find me [Chorus: 88 Camino] Man, I'm in my bag, tearin' 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 [Post-Chorus: Derek Wise] Pickin' 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 sayin' names" It's 30K just for the show, I'm on a private plane