[Hook]
Ferraris and Goddesses
Its Obvious, well never be as Godly as Godly is

Lord please forgive us
The closest that well ever get to heaven is probably this
So Im packing my bags, Im dropping my top

I know this won't last for long
And I know that its wrong
Ferraris and Goddesses


[Verse 1]
Bad Bad white (*##$es they blowing up like a C4

And I be up all inside her like I'm Tryna' check the decor
White girls on white girls that was prior
A Megan good, a Megan fox

I make them have a trio'
I come around like, the $#&@ they lookin at me for?
Like they ain't seen black on white since the keyboard

Good girl talking 'bout she never did this before
I turn an atheist Christian in Christian Dior
But these Christians turn on Christ for Dior

So I hope u never ever blame me lord
They try to kill you, when you make it far as we are
But imma'stand on the top of the Def like I'm Lyor

Uh, Dade ^!$$% with a dream
But got ^!$$%s out in queens
That would murder anything

That would try to intervene
For this little young ^!$$%
So if that's what you thinking

Go and get ya guns ^!$$%
Cause We gon' get this money till them people come get us
I promise wealth forever to whoever comes with us

Nothing ever changed
Modern day slaves, Bunch of whips and chains
Tears getting Tatted just to engrave to pain

Pop champaign and drink the pain away
Yeah, I Heard 'em say a ^!$$% changed
But If you been thru what I been through ^!$$% you would do the same


[Hook]
Ferraris and Goddesses

Its Obvious, well never be as Godly as Godly is
Lord please forgive
The closest that well ever get to heaven is probably this

So Im packing my bags, Im dropping my top
I know this won't last for long
And I know that its wrong

Ferraris and Goddesses

[Verse 2]

Ain't nobody looking to get saved
Young drug dealer he just looking to get paid
Young lil stripper she just looking for a raise

All this dirty money I'm just looking to stay sane
Look at what you made me mama look what I became
Out in sin city telling pretty devils keep the change

And I can see the guilt every time I make it rain
The pain, tries to talk
I tell her no need to explain

Cause I feel ya'
Yeah, girl I feel ya
And if you had to face yo past that %#@! would kill ya

Yeah, girl that %#@! would kill ya!
And girl those cuts all on your wrist are so familiar
You know where I'm from ^!$$%?

The era where the ^!$$%s looked up to the drug dealers
They told us to be doctors, and professors
But we looked up to the dealers cause they cars was way fresher

Now that's how they see us
They look at me but the don't got no $#&@ing idea
You know how hard I work to mother$#&@ing Kia?

I been a stunna' back since I was $#&@ing up the re up
Life is a (*##$ I made her sign a $#&@ing prenupt
Bunch of young dreamers

^!$$%s waiting for Supeanas
And tho we paying for these whips and these chains
Waiting till they free us