[Chorus: Buddy]
Flying out frequently
Constantly traveling
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around (Yeah)
London, Paris
Africa, Italy racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around

[Post-Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm suffering
Tell me would you
Love, yeah, me
While I'm suffering

[Verse 1: Guapdad 4000]
Yeah, I'm just trying to get these commas little bit
You don't think I miss my mom a little bit
I know I've been fucking up a little bit
At least when I come back, I'm coming back rich
People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'еm
I don't wanna be on the Internеt fake ballin'
Rolling Stone roaming charges on my phone calling
Money young, but I'm rapping til I'm Weezy
Like I'm from New Orleans
She don't understand the shit it takes
I'm going all in, she just see the CC's and the VV's on the bra's man
You cannot compare your success
To other people's success
Cause you just gonna end up stressed, baby
[Verse 2: Guapdad 4000]
You know I'd rather be sitting and seeing your face
I got puff and a tour on the way
It's a labor of love, I'm a slave
When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame

[Chorus: Buddy]
Flying out frequently
Constantly traveling
Feeling like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around
London, then Paris
Africa, Italy racking up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around

[Post-Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm suffering
Tell me
Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm suffering