I pull up set the booth on fire
I pulled up dressed in all designer
She said she love me I know she a liar
You said you fly, bitch I think I'm flyer
Flyer, flyer
You said you high bitch I'm gettin' higher
Higher, higher
You said you fly bitch I think I'm flyer
Runnin' to the bag I don't get tired
Smokin' dope someone pass the lighter
She give me throat pass it to the guyzers (Yeah)
I would never wife her (No)
Diamonds they might blind her (Oh)
They might hypnotize her (Whoah)
But I need a rider (Oh) (Yeah)
Get up out my face
If he ain't got no bread for me
What you smokin' laced
Tryin' to move to a crib with a bitch and a lake
I'm tryin' to get it now cause my pockets can't wait (No)
Now she feelin' on my bands now (Whoa)
Now she want to slow dance and smoke (Oh)
I pull up set the booth on fire
I pulled up dressed in all designer
She said she love me I know she a liar
You said you fly, bitch I think I'm flyer
Flyer, flyer
You said you high bitch I'm gettin' higher
Higher, higher
You said you fly bitch I think I'm flyer