Flight to NY

Gotta get money, that shit never stopping, I put that shit right on my gang (Yeah) Dressed in all black like Batman, bro he be robbing, man where the f*ck Bane (Bitch) Don't try to hang 'round me, don't try to come with us, lil' bitch I know you a lame (Nah) I get my money, lil' bitch I just run it up, hell nah we is not the same (Yeah) I took a flight to New York now I'm chilling with Martin, we finna go party, okay I spent yo rent on my motherfucking glasses, they Cartis and jeans they from Marni Okay Other jeans they is from Endless they made just by Bari, I'm flexing not sorry, okay Up in the whip finna look at the ceiling, it's starry, no this ain't Ferrari, no way Up in that Range Rove We finna go every place that you can't go Aim chops at a tango, uh Hitting the gas in a SRT 'rango Too much drip need a raincoat, uh I'm up, you down bad, we is not in the same boat I could not waste my time on a lame hoe I drop hits then I lay low Bro pouring that mud, yeah RIP Fredo (Mud, mud) Bitch got good brain, she the daughter of Plato Big ass AR, no this bitch not a draco Talking that shit but what the f*ck they know Talking that shit, he end up with a halo You get no money, man, you must hate dough F*ck is you on lil' bitch Answer quick like you up on a game show But is this a game? No Chilling with my gang, hoe Yeah I'm with the same bros We got floor seats, you up in the eighth row Shitting on opps, they call me a a-hole CDG on but do we play? No In SRT and my gang in a Range Rove Say that you hard, man, if you say so I don't really think so though, you trash as hell Run up on me get the fastest L Bars they is magical, cast a spell Beat was turnt so I add a bell Party was lit so I had to yell Finna be champ, finna grab the belt Did this on my own, I ain't ask for help They see me up and they mad as hell Yeah, already up, I ain't stopping yet Cop a new Trackhawk, don't wanna cop the 'vette Song a hit, I ain't even drop it yet Send the location, pin he finna drop it, bet Take a minute, just stop and flex All headshots so bitch don't cop a vest Too much drip, okay, it's sopping wet I won't stop 'cause mill' I don't got it yet Yeah, finna have that shit soon, for sure Work for what you want, then it's yours My money tall, yo money on dwarf My money tall, yo shit is too short You talking hot but that shit sound too forced You finna get smoked, I ain't talking no Newport Left Michigan, took a flight to New York I took a flight to New York now I'm chilling with Martin, we finna go party, okay I spent yo rent on my motherfucking glasses, they Cartis and jeans they from Marni Okay Other jeans they is from Endless they made just by Bari, I'm flexing not sorry, okay Up in the whip finna look at the ceiling, it's starry, no this ain't Ferrari, no way Up in New York, finna turn up SRT tires on me, finna burn up Yeah, lil' bitch you just burnt out You dropped a song? Shit I ain't heard 'bout Feel like Lil Baby, lil' bitch, it's my turn now Used to simp for that bitch but that bitch getting curved now Run up my money as high as my sperm count Park that SRT right on the curb now We too up lil' bitch, cant turn down Dropping songs give a f*ck 'bout a turnout Got my money up, bitch, I splurge now You ain't move ten feet, it's already third down Ain't know how to snap, I had to learn how Abs on me and I don't even work out SRT, yeah, we finna swerve out Used to be down bad got 'lenci my shirt now