Intro
Pack light.
Actually—don’t pack nothing.
We buying a new life on the way.
Verse 1
Take Friday off, tell your boss you got plans
Passport pretty with the world in your hands
Black car waiting, little name on the glass
By the time they ask questions, we already passed
First-class seat, champagne in the sky
You keep asking where—we let the runway reply
Could be Monaco nights, Maldives by noon
Breakfast in Paris, then we dance on the moon
She said, “I can’t miss work,” I said, “Baby, then quit”
Play your cards right, you won’t need that shit
I don’t make empty promises, I make deposits
Put your fear in economy—I’ll upgrade the logic
Pre-Chorus
Be my wife when we land, my affair after dark
Wear my name in diamonds, leave your heels by the yacht
You can act hard to get, but the jet’s on the strip
Tell your boss it’s forever—or call in rich
Chorus
Call in rich, tell ’em you ain’t coming back
Got a weekend in a suitcase and a life in the bag
Play your cards right, baby, this could be it
You can keep that little job—or call in rich
Be my wife for the cameras, my secret when they flash
My lover in the villa with your feet on the dash
You wanted two days, I can give you the script
One weekend with me, then you call in rich
Verse 2
But first, we shop—your closet needs a passport too
I want silk on your skin in a dangerous hue
No price tags showing, let the black card speak
If the clerk says “limited,” buy one for each week
New dress for dinner, new heels for the suite
Something innocent upstairs, something wicked underneath
She said, “This too much,” I said, “That’s the point”
I don’t make little memories—I make moments you can’t price
Cartier time with a Bulgari stare
Van Cleef on your wrist, little diamonds in your hair
You can keep your own name, I just like how mine sounds
When the maître d’ whispers it and the whole room turns around
Rapid-Fire – double-time, intricate flow
Tom Ford tailored, Gucci on the garment
Louis Vuitton luggage when we land by the harbor
Prada for the private plane, Fendi for the function
Saint Laurent silhouette, every seam saying something
Balenciaga boots with the Bottega weave
Burberry trench when the night catches breeze
Givenchy, Gaultier, Valentino red
Versace Medusa looking dangerous in bed
Cartier clinking, Bulgari brilliant
Van Cleef dancing like the wrist worth millions
Chanel on the chain, Hermès on the handle
Dior on the floor by the light of the candle
Loro Piana linen, Celine for the coast
Dolce in the daylight, Gabbana when we toast
McQueen sharp, Alexander with the drama
Ferragamo stepping through the doors of the palazzo
No rental, no return, no receipt in the purse
Every label got a language, let your body make it verse
From the runway to the runway, let the engines lift
She clocked out broke, came back calling in rich
Verse 3
Sunrise Santorini, sunset Côte d’Azur
She said, “What are we?” I said, “Whatever you prefer”
My wife at the table, my affair in the hall
Same woman, two roles—and I’m loving them all
Room above the ocean where the walls disappear
Private chef downstairs, private trouble up here
She said, “Monday’s coming,” I said, “Monday can wait”
I got Tuesday in Milan and Wednesday on a lake
This ain’t saving you, baby—you choose how you live
I’m just showing what the right kind of weekend can give
Keep your ambition, I would never make you shrink
Just work because you want to—not because the rent due next week
Final Chorus
Call in rich, tell ’em you ain’t coming back
Got a weekend in a suitcase and a life in the bag
Play your cards right, baby, this could be it
You can keep that little job—or call in rich
Be my wife for the cameras, my secret when they flash
My lover in the villa with your feet on the dash
You wanted two days, I can give you the script
One weekend with me, then you call in rich
Outro – spoken
She packed for a weekend
Stayed for the lifestyle
