Far From God

[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