Switchin' Lanes ft. Miks Lyrics

Switching lanes

Paper planes

Balling in the game

50 I just dropped

Shawty drop it like it's hot

She already know what to do when p ozeboh come thru

Not a rookie in the game

Shawty know my name

I came back in the range

Shawty want me to re-arrange her insides

Looking at her, thinking if she a bride

Wondering if she ready to ride or die

It's Get rich or die tryin

I'm still trying to stack a mil

My parents hustled so I wouldn't starve for a meal

Thankful for the ups

Grateful for the downs

Shawty still want more after multiple rounds

What can I say, just another day, still trynna get this pay

With my nigga Miks, subbed shawty in, now she in the mix

10 year vet, you niggas shooting bricks

I don't wear designer kicks

But my tongue can do tricks

You niggas don't know shyt

Fucking around, thinking shawty gonna put up with your shyt

I told her I'm on my way, and she grabbed her shyt

Pulled up in the Maybach, she like holy shyt

Babygirl come hop in and take a seat

Now we in the back seat

Working her out like an athlete

And we just parked up the street

Just another day in the streets

Switching lanes

Paper planes

Balling in the game

50 I just dropped

Shawty drop it like it's hot

It ain't summer, but shawty

She taking off her top

Just hand me the guap, I'll pass on the wap

Switching lanes

Paper planes

Balling in the game

50 I just dropped

Shawty, drop it like it's hot

Drop it like it's hot

In the suv, crusin

With me there ain't no losing

Paper planes was the vision

Private jets is the mission

Getting cash every day

And I call it commission

I saw it clear like a vision

And I see no competition

Love the maybach's interior

But I hate the emission

Next im going electric

Staking whips like it's Tetris

Everyday imma ball, put it on & call it ah' jersey

For the money i'm lurking

If I like her, buy her a birkin

Run it up to the ceiling

Gotta pay bills, no time for feelings

Chick-fil-a closed on a sunday

The owners counting they chickens

Hustle & Pray my young homie

There ain't nothing we ain't achieving

Keep working and keep believing

God dey and he never sleeping

Still Grinding hard for my family

Abundance always surrounds me

Look at my crew we stay balling

We ain't never gon fall, ain't no stalling

Making money a passion, I call it love at first sight

Paper planes what we call it

Maybach, of course she gon ride

Switching lanes

Paper planes

Balling in the game

50 I just dropped

Shawty drop it like it's hot

It ain't summer, but shawty taking off her top

Just hand me the guap

I'll pass on the wap

Switching lanes

Paper planes

Balling in the game

Maybach or the range

It ain't summer, but shawty, she taking off her top

Just hand me the guap

I'll pass on the wap