Flights

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy] Yeah You already know what it is, man So motherfuckin' smooth So motherfuckin' lavish This that luxury music Yeah [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Missin' flights on the daily Promoters prolly' hate me But it's money in the V and I got hoes who really pay me Coachella both weeks so you know I don't sleep Beard lookin' like Ross, this the life of a boss First class hard floss, never did in private jet But I'm a nigga out the 'jects, just a nigga out the West Every time I hit the stage, you know I do it for the set (For the set) Do it for the money, I ain't worried 'bout the sex Rarely ever fuck my work unless you break us out the checks Either that or take me out to land us shoppin' in the ends Right side how I'm drivin', still I'm hoppin' out the Benz (The Benz) The biz, that's my homie, if I said it, then we friends Fake niggas takin' pictures with rappers they barely met (Barely met) Stuntin' for the 'Gram, like nigga you 36 Though why still thuggin' when niggas that politic Know flies over niggas who claimin' but never rep [Break: Stro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, look [Verse 2: Stro] I might travel on some first class shit If I get high, catch a red eye Fly young nigga in Bed-Stuy Raised down in Flatbush, Brooklyn the jungle Never lost one, I be movin' like I want to (I want to) That move's hot, you promotin' what you gon' do Our's so silent, we tell them hoes "come through" You out here but we out share I mean we really out share like we tired of shittin' Playin' games with the cash like we tired of livin' Got this shit laced up like I'm tired of trippin' I meditate, you was never great if they never hate While you buildin', niggas stare 'til you elevate They try to meet you on the top floor when you high, G Claimin' they was with you at the bottom, that's a lie, B (That's a lie, B) Life's a movie, we do this shit properly Shawty pullin' on my shirt, that's a thot T Impeaced to my West Coast niggas I hit up Jay Worthy, he gon' school me on the pimpin' Must admit, in the past life, I was slippin' Let her spend the night, even home 'er like a Simpson But now the kid cold like Dreamville Niggas call me Stro when I beat kill Reek skill, I don't do much, I just speak chill Say the word, fuck the long sentence, free Meek Mill Stevie Wonders can't see our shit It's Stro and Jay Worthy, B-I-itch [Outro] Hoo!