Over Yonder / Hop On A Jet Lyrics

I'm so happy

Counting racks all day, Pussy in my face

Know I'm gonna take, I ain't never gonna stay

Counting my profit exceeding the margin

Dripped up in Louis, my brother want Marni

Rock up my baby, might be a habit

Catching a cold or feelings I manage

I put in work, held him for ransom

Gave them some game when I gave them one answer

Girl of my dreams, fucking me right

Rock her to sleep with a Xan and a Sprite

Draped up in royal, I never can lose

Up over yonder way up before snooze

Flocking like Kodak, I'm all on the news

Feeding my purpose, I never can lose

Drowning in riches, I'm singing the blues

Found me a way, then I times it by two

Water from well, timing is proof

Lighting some gas, I'm revving this motion

They see my heart, wonder why I ain't emotionless

I play for keeps and I play how the pros would do

Yeah, I'm steady, just popping my shit how I'm supposed to do

Yeah, popping my shit how I'm supposed to do

Murder she wrote, I'm now in a Phantom

I'm looking for head, she looking for manners

Put one on that tongue, let it dissolve

Putting in that work, I pay for it all

Putting in that work, I pay for it all

Look, filthy rich money, we rich as it gets

I'm just an instrument, do what I'm supposed to do

Slide right in it, gon' pose like camera

Burberry fragrance, she tell me I'm handsome

I'm talking in waves, 19 Keys

The Nation behind me, gon' Google my name

I been real frank, money in the bank

Got her some racks, now she walk with a stank

Top-notch nigga, high-heeled bitches

Jeans, all denim, hunnid racks in them

Rock a by baby, like Mike be a habit

Catching a cold over feelings I managed

I put in work, held him for ransom

Gave him some game when I gave him one answer

Girl of my dreams, fucking me right

Rock her to sleep with a Xan and a Sprite

Drank up in Royals, I never can lose

Up over yonder, way up before snooze

Flocking like Kodak, I'm all on the news

Feeding my purpose I never can lose

Drowning in ridges, I'm singing the blues

I'm drowning in ridges, I'm singing the blues

I'm living real fast, ayy, ayy

Foot on the gas, ayy, ayy

Car got no engine look up see the buildings

The reason they mad, ayy, ayy

We been in it deep, in ayy

Let's not talk about it, ayy

I was having withdrawals last weekend

Let's not talk about it, ayy

She trip over Louboutin, fucking with me

Came out the gutter, just fucking with me

She eager to hustle, and now I'm enraged

Feel like a prophet, I'm baptized in money

Her hair touch her ass, I'm finding it funny

I ran up some millions, and then it got lonely

You don't know what I'm feeling

You don't even know me

Go and cuddle my wrist, treat it like trophiy

Started in dirt, now I see sand

All of these rubies are keeping me sane

I paid for the jewels, charge for the game

I got me some rings, championship ring

That body like Coke, calling my name

Thirsty for pleasure and thirsty for fame

Hop on that jet, it ain't no plane

This shit ain't no plane

Hop on that jet, shit ain't no plane

They been knowing my name

Still sipping on drank

All I want Ben Frank

Bel-Air in the tank

Better look both ways

Put the love in the safe

All the money I chase

All my heart had to break

They don't love me the same

They put dirt on my name

It was diamonds I made

Turn water to wine

Don't treat me the same

I'm living real fast

Living real fast

Living real fast

Living real fast