On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoe like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
Like oh my gah doe
Shawty tryna f*ck me on the down low
Sending Pictures of her booty to my iPhone
Baby What you tryna say Como te llamo
Don't got the time no
How can I say no
Pack yo bag n Come on over to my place
I got some fettuccine cookin on the stove and a bottle we can face
Shawty to tell me how it feel
You already know the deal with a nigga like me
Time to get you out dem heels
Leave dat nigga at the crib
He don't hit like me
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Lih
I been riding up n down 95
Drivin
Switchin lanes from the day to the night
I gotta get up on the road one time
Whip it to the crib and hit the studio one time
Won't you back it on me shawty
I'm coming to getcha
She hit my phone at 5 in the morning
I ain't even boutta text uh
I ont gas her like a Tesla
Mami the way I'm
Doubleing up for the fam
They know that I Stuck to the plan
Im runnin it up n wit a couple a bands
And I been
Scheming
Spendin my weekend at home
N I been dreaming
I don't be sleepin no more
When I get I even
Yea I believe in my soul
Niggas gon that see that I'm dope
Bitches gon geek at my show
Won't you swing that shit my way
She gon Ride it like a f*ckin Rodeo ohh
She got it
I want it
Ay Mira
Hop on it
Go head n drop it on me
Yeahhh yeah yeah yeah
Everything I want
I'm on my way ayyy Ayy ayy ay ay ay ay ay Ay ay
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoes like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
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On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoe like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
Like oh my gah doe
Shawty tryna f*ck me on the down low
Sending Pictures of her booty to my iPhone
Baby What you tryna say Como te llamo
Don't got the time no
How can I say no
Pack yo bag n Come on over to my place
I got some fettuccine cookin on the stove and a bottle we can face
Shawty to tell me how it feel
You already know the deal with a nigga like me
Time to get you out dem heels
Leave dat nigga at the crib
He don't hit like me
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Lih
I been riding up n down 95
Drivin
Switchin lanes from the day to the night
I gotta get up on the road one time
Whip it to the crib and hit the studio one time
Won't you back it on me shawty
I'm coming to getcha
She hit my phone at 5 in the morning
I ain't even boutta text uh
I ont gas her like a Tesla
Mami the way I'm
Doubleing up for the fam
They know that I Stuck to the plan
Im runnin it up n wit a couple a bands
And I been
Scheming
Spendin my weekend at home
N I been dreaming
I don't be sleepin no more
When I get I even
Yea I believe in my soul
Niggas gon that see that I'm dope
Bitches gon geek at my show
Won't you swing that shit my way
She gon Ride it like a f*ckin Rodeo ohh
She got it
I want it
Ay Mira
Hop on it
Go head n drop it on me
Yeahhh yeah yeah yeah
Everything I want
I'm on my way ayyy Ayy ayy ay ay ay ay ay Ay ay
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoes like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoe like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
Like oh my gah doe
Shawty tryna f*ck me on the down low
Sending Pictures of her booty to my iPhone
Baby What you tryna say Como te llamo
Don't got the time no
How can I say no
Pack yo bag n Come on over to my place
I got some fettuccine cookin on the stove and a bottle we can face
Shawty to tell me how it feel
You already know the deal with a nigga like me
Time to get you out dem heels
Leave dat nigga at the crib
He don't hit like me
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Lih
I been riding up n down 95
Drivin
Switchin lanes from the day to the night
I gotta get up on the road one time
Whip it to the crib and hit the studio one time
Won't you back it on me shawty
I'm coming to getcha
She hit my phone at 5 in the morning
I ain't even boutta text uh
I ont gas her like a Tesla
Mami the way I'm
Doubleing up for the fam
They know that I Stuck to the plan
Im runnin it up n wit a couple a bands
And I been
Scheming
Spendin my weekend at home
N I been dreaming
I don't be sleepin no more
When I get I even
Yea I believe in my soul
Niggas gon that see that I'm dope
Bitches gon geek at my show
Won't you swing that shit my way
She gon Ride it like a f*ckin Rodeo ohh
She got it
I want it
Ay Mira
Hop on it
Go head n drop it on me
Yeahhh yeah yeah yeah
Everything I want
I'm on my way ayyy Ayy ayy ay ay ay ay ay Ay ay
On my rocket ship
Ready to go oh woah oh
And Now my Pockets lit
I got the dough oh woah oh
Lock n loaded got a bag wit the quickness
I pack it up n Throw it in Back uh the civic
Like woah
Thru I city I roll
Swervin on these hoes like yippie yi yo
Now who dat now who dat Now who dat now who dat
Writer: Alexander Bryant
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