I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever mention sire boy you know what it is Ain't about drama you don't want no problems I'll up that Llama boy you

God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow Sometimes I believe, at times where I should know I can fly high, I can go low Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know Make me feel the warm, make me feel the cold It's written in our story, it's written on the

Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? I'm high as a kite Flying like a beautiful bird Why I gotta come down to earth? I think I'm going parasailing Miles above, it's so serene I'm letting go of all the troubles That I've seen, that I've seen Way up

So I put my hands up They're playing my song And the butterflies fly away Noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah They're playin' my song You know I'm gonna be okay Yeah, it's a party in the USA Yeah it's a party in the USA

You give me butterflies Untangled all the strings round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud nine was always out of reach Now I remember what it feels like to fly Stealing my heart instead of stealing my crown Now you're

Oh, I feel it comin', got a rush like I'm runnin' No, don't go lookin' for somethin' Know we're scared of us, what this might become Ain't no goin' back no more, no more We're in the same bed, cannot lay awake Let's fill up this space with us Butterfly,

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex

Like me and my down home boys Down here we keep the good times flowing, Red dirt flying, and the radio going We got each other's back and everybody knows it, Yeah me and my down home boys Know how to show a town what's up We pass it around then fill it

Then I go to paradise He snapped the clip in then drove off He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight I leave the baddies in the house, superfly That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide I thank Allah