Fly Lyrics

None of these niggas ain't flyer than us

Riding the Vette, and I'm chasing the check

Wagon, be sittin' outside with the F

Demons they ridin', they aim at your neck

I want to get me some racks, spend it

New blues in the bag, you know I'm gon' get it

Double down on a bad bitch, you know I'm gon' get it

Rich A Millie on my wrist cost a onion just to get it

None of these niggas ain't flyer than us

Riding the Vette, and I'm chasing the check

Wagon, be sittin' outside with the F

Demons they ridin', they aim at your neck

I want to get me some racks, spend it

New blues in the bag, you know I'm gon' get it

Double down on a bad bitch, you know I'm gon' get it

Rich A Millie on my wrist cost a onion just to get it

Baby girl tell me what's wrong

Roll up the backwood, we smokin' on strong

Blowin' a bag in the mall

Fuck it, no we don't think bout tomorrow

Fuck her in Chrome Heart all alone

Bitches all over

Can't leave me alone, yeah,

Jump in the coupe, get gone

Yeah, hundred bands in the back, we gone, yeah

Bad bitch say she proud of me

Steppin' off the jet with some motherfuckin' Prada jeans

Ridin' round the city with the engine right behind me

Tint so dark, pussy niggas can't find me

I'ma get you, never leave you alone

A hundred bands stuffed in the goyard alone

Baby girl tell me is you ridin

Pop it up, go Kawasaki's, yeah

Goin' crazy we runnin' around

She goin' real crazy we fuck to the beat

Diamonds out, bust it down, yeah, every week

Yeah, she real nasty, but keep it real neat

Keepin' it classy when we runnin' around

She showin' emotion, but no, she don't speak

Forget all your problems and put them on me

Yeah, I'm that nigga that they wanna be

None of these niggas ain't flyer than us

Riding the Vette, and I'm chasing the check

Wagon, be sittin' outside with the F

Demons they ridin', they aim at your neck

I want to get me some racks, spend it

New blues in the bag, you know I'm gon' get it

Double down on a bad bitch, you know I'm gon' get it

Rich A Millie on my wrist cost a onion just to get it

None of these niggas ain't flyer than us

Riding the Vette, and I'm chasing the check

Wagon, be sittin' outside with the F

Demons they ridin', they aim at your neck

I want to get me some racks, spend it

New blues in the bag, you know I'm gon' get it

Double down on a bad bitch, you know I'm gon' get it

Rich A Millie on my wrist cost a onion just to get it