(Don't tell me about my world, don't tell me about my world)
(I mean, you just wanna have your little fling with like, the guy from the other side of Town)
(And then you're gonna go off to Stanford, you're gonna marry some, rich prick who your Parents will approve of)
(And just sit around with the other trust fund babies and talk about how you went Slumming to once)
(Why are you saying this?)
(What is your obsession with this money?)
Why you care so much about the past?
Baby, tell me, where you at?
Let's not fuss and fight
We can go real far
We can touch the sky
We can smoke this dope
Baby I'm waiting for your call
You know, I know
That, you want my love
I know you want me and you know I want you
Let me know what you trynna do
'Cause I want you too
Let's get, to the moon
I don't want you in a mood
I got designer for you
I'm finna sign, yeah, for sure
Yeah, 'cause I did this alone
Yeah, I want the world
And I gotta get two phones
Yeah, one for my business, and one for my hoe
I pour up my feelings in styrofoam
You ain't 'bout this life, I know where you from
You broke
Why you care so much about the past?
Baby, tell me, where you at?
Let's not fuss and fight
We can go real far
We can touch the sky
We can smoke this dope
Baby I'm waiting for your call
You know, I know
That, you want my love
I know you want me and you know I want you
Let me know what you trynna do
'Cause I want you too
Let's get, to the moon
I don't want you in a mood