Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris White
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris White
Lyrics
Toolez
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thee Elite
Producer
Lyrics
Bags packed
I’m always on the go
I got it out the mud
that’s why they say I give 'em hope
Different time zones,
I be on another coast, the rolly’s times wrong
I just wear it for the glow
Luxurious lifestyle every trip’s a show
flicking it up
I be doing most
I’m outside, 365
pj’s one way
gotta catch me sky
Living my wildest dreams
feels like a fantasy
They Mesmerized by my kicks
I’m feelin' like Jet Li
Steppin' in Balmain
y'all can do the McQueens
I’m good wit the Off-White
y'all can do the Supremes
Court side at the game
I’m sitting next to the team
I Always been official
just like a referee
So fly, should apply for my wings
You'd think the saints had arrived
when I step on scene
Cause All you hear is who dat
Alicia Silverstone girls be so clueless
Tony Montana'd the coupe
it arrived roofless
Told her either Capital Grille
or we doin' Ruth’s Chris
Baby girl you pick
I met her online
She gave my picture the heart kiss
Told her don’t fall in love
shorty’s heartless
Pasta, white wine
I’m with the bosses
Just me, Toolez, and Anf
planning our next trip
Bags packed
I’m always on the go
I got it out the mud
that’s why they say I give 'em hope
Different time zones,
I be on another coast, the rolly’s times wrong
I just wear it for the glow
Luxurious lifestyle every trip’s a show
flicking it up
I be doing most
I’m outside, 365
pj’s one way
gotta catch me sky
I’m globe trotter
Fresh pair new Pravda
Trips somewhere foreign
Whips beyond gorgeous
I ain’t even famous
but they crave my fame
They smell the stardom
The aura’s flame
In these Doir frames
My future looking brightest
All I see accounts, zeros, bounce of commas
Told dudes act your wage
they so childish, I moved on yachts
and private island
Flying private
Neck smothered in diamonds
I’m Somewhere in clouds
seat recycling
Understand the assignment
We just changing the climate
I’m running behind like
Pacific standard time
I don’t really drink
Unless it’s a sweet wine
dry cleaned the mink
I’m headed for sunshine
The finest resorts
Dining à la carte
The flyest, lining shorts
Stamping passports (oh)
Bags packed
I’m always on the go
I got it out the mud
that’s why they say I give 'em hope
Different time zones,
I be on another coast, the rolly’s times wrong
I just wear it for the glow
Luxurious lifestyle every trip’s a show
flicking it up
I be doing most
I’m outside, 365
pj’s one way
gotta catch me sky
Toolez
I got it
Parfums de Marly is the fragrance
luxury life butter ni••a I SMELL famous,
you know what the frames is haters be throwing shade,
we be throwing blues notes, I be blowing blue smoke,
been doing leers for years straight to the tarmac,
always running late to school, I skipped 1st class,
the Goyard bags is packed, the new Rat Pack,
Anf got the gats, Chris got the cards and cash, I got the sticky,
black Barbie with me, totein a pink blicky bougie think Whitley,
I ain’t Dwayne Wane, this is a different world, sippin until I earl,
ohhh
our dads is twins we copped twin ranges,
we was running 2 on 1s when we was nameless,
hate to see what we gone do when in the Cayman’s,
matter fact that’s my cue think ima save it
Bags packed
I’m always on the go
I got it out the mud
that’s why they say I give 'em hope
Different time zones,
I be on another coast, the rolly’s times wrong
I just wear it for the glow
Luxurious lifestyle every trip’s a show
flicking it up
I be doing most
I’m outside, 365
pj’s one way
gotta catch me sky
Written by Chrisden White, Shamon Tooles
Written by: Chris White, Shamon Tooles

