On a flight to Milan
Hop in a Benz and I'm gone
Try and break my bond
I don't fuck with you like Big Sean
On a flight to Milan
Imma go hard Sean Don
Eat my dick Long John
Hop in a Benz and I'm gone
Try and break my bond
I don't fuck with you like Big Sean
Get a buck like 'Bron
Fuck with my team and it's on
I run up bands woo woo
Balmain my pants woo woo
I run up bands woo woo
Bitches by the two woo woo
I run up bands woo woo
Foreign my coupe
I run up bands woo woo
Gucci my suit
All these sleepless nights in LA got me going crazy
All this money that I'm making
I'm not gone let it change me
But I did my lover wrong said I'm sorry baby
And I shoutout to the lord he's the one who saved me
And the way you move, think imma need it right now
And the things you do in the club with the lights out
Got nothing to lose, on a PJ on a flight now
Dior my shoes, gelato got me high as a kite now
I don't look back in the past, I'm just running bags up
I don't gotta shop at Saks to prove that I'm the man yeah
Murdered out Benz all black got me moving fast yeah
All I speak is facts and she acting extra
On a flight to Milan
Imma go hard Sean Don
Eat my dick Long John
Hop in a Benz and I'm gone
Try and break my bond
I don't fuck with you like Big Sean
Get a buck like 'Bron
Fuck with my team and it's on
I run up bands woo woo
Balmain my pants woo woo
I run up bands woo woo
Bitches by the two woo woo
I run up bands woo woo
Foreign my coupe
I run up bands woo woo
Gucci my suit
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