(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