I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

But I know I'm gonna get there someday Well its been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray Got that job I was dreaming about Sometimes its tough traveling around But who I

I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr) I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah) Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah) Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt) But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

My bitches, bad (Bitch!) And she ain't going for that (Naw!) Got every color Birkin bag (Every color) Just to make them bitches mad (Mad!) Balmains on her ass Booty so big got to look when she pass I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley!) Fuck it might

Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me on repeat, bitch wanna freak me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum

'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do I guess the Lord made me hard to handle So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble So before you go and turn me on Be sure that you can turn me loose These old boots still got a lot of ground They ain't

What was I thinkin' I know what I was feelin' 'Cause I was Thinkin 'bout a little white tank top Sittin' right there in the middle by me I was thinkin' bout a long kiss Man just gotta get goin' Where the night might lead But what was I thinkin'

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hanging memories on the high line poles Ragweed's rocking on the radio So I keep rolling like an old banjo Got the sun shining on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you