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[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' zeroеs, I became a sav'
Money likе 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 broke boy dream

[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]
(yeah)
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 3: NAV]
I don't know how to act, racks in my fanny pack
I don't want her back

[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
[Verse 3: NAV]
I don't know how to act, racks in my fanny pack