Fly

A verse and a beat make a song Maybe it'll last when I'm gone Maybe it'll last til the mornin Baby kinda fast to move on She landed kinda fast in my palm Quick dash to her home Started with a glass of patron Said she got class in the mornin But that ass all upon me She wanna see cash all around She wanna see Coachella bands all around me like Bring the pink one to the Grammys maybe The coupe or Benz or pink Mercedes lady We can walk and talk if its all gravy We can walkie talk if we're in ranges We should dutty wine up in Jamaica And we should flea the town And start vacation Hoes in my hand Blonde hair Toes in the sand Got drunk then we woke in japan like Damn Its a private party For the man You should pull up on me When land Hit my people For the plans We made a band then made a band Yeah We played this shit then made a hit We take your bitch And made her rich Yeah A couple clips A couple flicks Introduce And then we dip But it felt like you Feels like there's something to prove Normal life I'm no good So it feels like I'm stuck in this booth But theres plenty you's to disprove 2 Ex's and a couple bosses A couple of lost friends I went soul searching Found my self then I cut all my losses A couple endorsements Got me feeling like made man You know new money rain dance You know young money no save Member I was broke with the no shave Always complain about no dates Now I pull up with the roof gone And I got bread in the suitcase No matter how drunk I get self home You used to call up my cell phone Now you just creep on your free free The shit that I post how you see me But it felt like you But it'll always feel like you