(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