[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 fu*king 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 sh*t 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 fu*k with you, sh*t 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