Jet Lag

Yeah, uh

Yeah (Yeah)

Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah)

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Right)

Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah)

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (That's right)

Celine bag (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah)

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Woo)

Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right)

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a (Pow)

(Yeah, uh, yeah)

(That's right)

(Coo-coo, damn)

Rollin' down the window, got two Asians with me (Yeah)

Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin' for me (That's right)

People losin' in this game, this shit is fatal to me (Yeah)

See them turnin' on they brothers, shit like Fredo to me (Woo)

I just pull up in the Benz and I'm feelin' like the goat (Yeah)

I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (That's right)

I got chips with a lot of drip comin' by the load (Yeah)

Prada trench, too legit, thirty thousand dollar coat (Grr)

Tiffany give me diamonds, that's a different kind of glow (Yeah)

Got bitches like Frankie Lymon, that's a different kind of ho (That's right)

Came a long way, used to try to work at Club Monaco (Hoo)

Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce, hundred thousand dollar show (Hey)

Going' guerrilla, Fergie Ferg that ****, count my checks (Hey)

She on a ****, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (Hey)

Her ass is realest, she ain't got no silicone up in her breasts (Woo)

I was born to do this shit, I see my dad up in the light (Yeah)

Celine, gotta lot of chips

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of drip

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of chips

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of drip

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a

Made a lot of millions off a Plain Jane (Yeah)

Pen and Billy on the track, we do the same thing (Right)

Rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring-ring (Yeah)

Got a bitch from Crenshaw and she gang bang (That's right)

Blood walkin' and she listenin' to YG (YG)

She scream, "I dare a motherfucker try stop me" (Try stop)

She a ghetto bitch, I fuck her in Versace (In Versace)

And then I took her to Felipe for shrimp and broccoli

(Shrimp and broccoli)

Put in work, a **** lookin' awky (Grr)

Diamonds blingin', call me niggarachi (Yeah)

**** wanna but they cannot copy (Cannot copy)

I paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (You cannot crop me)

I'm on a newer lever, high-key (Yeah)

Still be walkin' through your block to get a chopped cheese (Come on)

Turn a Honda to a Masi' (Yeah)

You my son, my baby boy, go get Taraji (Hoo-hoo, grr)

Celine bag, gotta lot of chips

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of drip

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of chips

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch

Celine bag, gotta lot of drip

Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a