Sugar

(Abhi the Nomad) Mommy got expensive taste Bet that metal safe pack 2 door Mercedes and a Porsche Bet that driveway's packed California king we make it shake in the states When she rides me it's more horsepower than an all black Maybach uh She made for it And your bills She paid for it What a thrill, I do anything asked I'm a slave for it Every week and we flying private to private parties With premium weed and Bacardi Owe it to my loaded ass Suga (Chorus) Na na na na na na na na (no suits) Top down Master look like Charlie Brown (good grief) Chimp suit Slanging fruit for Charlie's Loot Pay stubbed like a big toe "Hey are you gonna pay me more?" "Uh... fuck no" She said "Ello poppet we can hop in my rocket, we could go blast off their eyes you know just straight from their socket." Now it's green in my pocket And it's gold on the ceiling Giving thanks to my sugar She got me outta my feelings Should I care if? Sugar to die for What if i am Too deep inside for A guilty exit Sugar to die for... (Chorus) Na na na na na na na na Yeah the sugar the shit Is your husband with it? It's just too good to quit Sugar like that