Bobbi Bandido - Panama Lyrics

Aye LNK turn me up a lil' bit alright?
(What did you say?)
Turn me up bro
(Alright i got you)
Alright i'm good

She be tryna call me
But she can't be my baby
Call me crazy but crazy aint even same, bruh
We are not the same
We don f*cking beg
We don't ask for features if we ain't the same, woah
Gang, woah
Play the game, oh
I be ranked number one, yeah i'm a play-uh
Oh i made that
Oh, no way, huh
Watch me gain, woah
Watch me being in the brains of the people that be hating

She be tryna call
She can't be my bae
She be tryna call
She callin everyday
She be tryna call
She be tryna call
She be, she be, she, she, she be

Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera
Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera

Coming, i'm trill and i cook em, i grill em
Fly by, deep fry, in the kitchen like a stir fry
Burberry stripes on my suit and my tie, my guy
Dressed so well i should have my own shoe line
Woo, i feel like Ric Flair by the pool, i'm
Cooling got the cartier frames on me, bool
They be gone of the drink, i'm in the stu' writing bars
Motherf*ckers talking and i don't respond

Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera
Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera

Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera
Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera
Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera
Going on a flight straight to Panama
Hop in the whip, it's a Panamera