Love Jet

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Luxury) Yeah [Chorus] I'd rather get high and watch cartoons than chill at the club This bitch tryna give it up so easy, I think she got some You can't run no game on me, lil' shawty, I ain't new to this Tell me if it's real or fake, got her sendin' new pics I get money, I can't stress over a bitch I just met I don't make no love songs, I got her fuckin' on the jet I'ma tell you if the price is right, my shooters collect debt You ain't gotta explain yourself to me, but she wanna confess [Verse] I make her feel sick when shе not with me Designer brands all on hеr, got her dripping (Ayy, Luxury) All my hoes smell good, fuck 'em on the bedsheets I got a meeting this morning, tell me you comin' with me Someone call my doctor, I need drugs My ex-bitch stole my heart away from me, I can't even love Tell me what you want, baby She wish it was more of me so I can fuck her on the daily She can't keep up with me, I'm too much for her to handle Niggas in they feelings 'bout these hoes, subtweetin' me 7.62 bullets in my Draco, put that boy to sleep (Ayy, Luxury) Any bitch that lied on my name, it's 'cause they mad at me Treatin' all these girls like they the same, I love 'em equally Told her that I'm proud of her so much like it's a Prada thing She love hangin' 'round real niggas, we do real things She keep askin' if I gangbang, always with the B's She just sucked me in a Continental, spilled my codeine [Chorus] I'd rather get high and watch cartoons than chill at the club This bitch tryna give it up so easy, I think she got some You can't run no game on me, lil' shawty, I ain't new to this Tell me if it's real or fake, got her sendin' new pics I get money, I can't stress over a bitch I just met I don't make no love songs, I got her fuckin' on the jet I'ma tell you if the price is right, my shooters collect debt You ain't gotta explain yourself to me, but she wanna confess [Outro] (Ayy, Luxury)