Sugar - no suits, 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

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…

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