Yeah, uh
Yeah (Yeah)
Sip lean back (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Right)
Sip lean back (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (That's right)
Sip lean back (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Woo)
Sip lean back (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Grr)
Yeah
Uh, yeah
That's right
Hoo-hoo, damn
Rollin' down the window, got two Asians with me (Yeah)
Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin' for me (That's right)
People losin' in this game, this shit is fatal to me (Yeah)
See them turnin' on their brothers, shit like [?] to me (Woo)
I just pulled up in the Benz, and I'm feelin' like the goat (Yeah)
I just woke up on your bitch, I pick up anybody's [?] (That's right)
I got chips, with a lot of drip, comin' by the low (Yeah)
Prada trench, too legit, 30,000 dollar coat (Grr)
Tiffany give me diamonds, that's a different kind of glow (Yeah)
Cop [?] at Frankie Llama's, that's a different kind of [?] (Yeah)
Came a long way, used to try to work at clubs, [?] (Hoo)
Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce, 100,000 dollar show (Hey)
Goin' guerilla, Fergie Ferg, that nigga would count my checks (Hey)
She on the dick, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (Hey)
Her ass is realer, she don't got no sealer caught up in her breasts
I was born to do this shit, I see my dad up in the light (Yeah)
Sip lean back, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Made a lot of millions off a plain Jane (Yeah)
Pen and Billy on the track, we do the same thing (Right)
Rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring, ring (Yeah)
Got a bitch from Crenshaw, and she gang bang (That's right)
We're walkin' and she listenin' to YG (YG)
She scream, "I dare a motherfucka try to stop me!" (Try to stop)
She a ghetto bitch, I fuck her in Versace (In Versace)
And then I took her to Felipe's for shrimp and broccoli (Shrimp and broccoli)
Put in work and niggas lookin' awky (Grr)
Diamonds blingin' called me niggarachi (Yeah)
[?] wanna fuck, they cannot copy (Cannot copy)
I paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (Cannot crop me)
I'm on a newer level, highkey (Yeah)
Still be walkin' through your block to get a chopped cheese (C'mon)
Turn a hunnid to a Masi' (Yeah)
You my son, but baby boy (Hoo-hoo), go get to [?] (Grr)
Sip lean back, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
Sip lean back, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
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