Runaway to Vegas Lyrics

Turn the AC down, we some eskimos

Got some ladies laying 'round so, no need for extra clothes

She shake it, shake it all year

Cashapp on every post

Max out on the Apple card

Hit the bank up after dark

Yesterday she saying that her favorite man is Adin Ross

And today she woke up faded

She saying I sound like Jay or Nas

Next day she complain 'bout her payments so I go pay 'em off

Next day she want Maison Margiela, I make her say the cost

Put away the fragrance, get naked, I make her take it off (yeah)

Runaway to Vegas, put "Poker Face" on the playlist

If I play this shit for Blaine, he gone pay me before the bass hits

Yeah 'cause there ain't no debating I'm making the flow contagious

Turned a raisin to a grape, been training for it for ages

Woke up late, it's one o' eight in the PM, lemme check my DMs (shit)

Blue checks with greetings

Sayin shit like "hey nice to meet you"

Okay but hey what's the reason you hitting me up on this evening?

He said he got eighty grams of reefer

to smoke away by the weekend, okay

Whenever it burn out

Fuck how it turn out

Hitting a burn out

Fuck how it turn out

Fuck how it turn out

Whenever it turn out

Hitting the burn out

Fuck how it turn out

Okay let's runaway to Vegas, J Carter all on the playlist

Interchanging the phrases in case the PD come chase us

Okay but basically I'm pacing to be the greatest in my nation

So let's face em' (yeah)

Talking 'bout the muhfuckin' blunts that's in rotation, (yeah)

Talking 'bout the muhfuckin' blunts that's in rotation and that's verbatim (yeah)

Talking 'bout these muhfuckas thinking they balling like Jayson and I'm really Tatum (yeah)

Talking 'bout these muhfuckas hatin'

Keepin my mind on my money, adjacent

Shit, it don't matter if I spend the whole paystub

Imma still make it right back when I say so

Hit it like Doja Cat, make a hoe run it back to me

No bap, one take, that's blasphemy

We in April, yeah this where the Masters be

And ESPN ain't taxing me yet

No TSA lane, no bag to be checked

Hop off a plane then we step to a jet

Checkers to chess, a rookie to vet

Had to compress (yeah yeah)

Hop out the hotbox

Two steps now I'm gone playin' hopscotch

When it's all said and done, need to cop scotch

For my girl when it's back to la casa

Killin' every single verse, need the cops called

And the first thing I tell 'em when the car starts

Is to never fuck around with a rockstar

Only twenty years old but a hot shot

(it's J Carter)

Whenever it burn out

Fuck how it turn out

Hitting a burn out

Fuck how it turn out

Fuck how it turn out

Whenever it turn out

Hitting the burn out

Fuck how it turn out