Creflo Dollar (feat. J-Willz)
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Bitch, hop in the jet
Knock one down now tell me who next
Knock, knock at the door, you ain't gettin' in
We ain't making friends, I ain't seein' dividends
Everybody talkin' like, do you know this kid
I'm fly in the sky, it's a bird, Peter Pan
I can tell the future by the palm of your hand
I been gettin' money like I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Jet life, Taylor Gang
All that good shit that get you high
I been flyin' off a buddy pass
Got enough fuel that'll get me by
If we happen to crash, then it's jump or die
On the exit side Imma exercise
My right to shit on every guy
Imma rip 'em off like I'm Creflo Dollar
Like that
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
I pop a pill
Lil mama she know the drill
Watch her drop it to the heel
No drama, no gangsta grill
I love the almighty dollar, the mansion in ATL
They followin' Creflo Dollar
They ask if this shit is real
Tell her I'm 2 Chainz in this bitch
Young money, spit blue flames in this bitch
It's a cold case when I kill it
Take a picture for the 48 and I'm missin
Imma change it all like liquor
Imma rip you off go figure
When the money fall, turn killa
And when I talk to God, don't listen
Hey
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
What you know about Creflo
Heard that
Hop in the jet homie, let's go
I'll meet you up in first class
I'll be the kid with the rockstar linen
John Walker rocked up in a big glass
Every now and then my mind go missin
Creflo take all your mistresses mix 'em up with your vixens
And devils, shit, dealers, victims, bitch
Pray your position! Amen
Creflo, what the jet for? Uh
No, seriously, I got a question
How my rappin' ass get one, huh
Tenth of your income
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Hop out the bed
Get stoned and then get some head
Hop out the vette
Get loaded up in the jet
I said
Hop out the bed
Get stoned and then get some head
Hop out the vette
Get loaded up in the jet
Cref
Hop in this jet, muhfucka
They call me Cref
Hop in this jet, muhfucka
Yea
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Bitch, hop in the jet
We ain't makin' friends, I ain't seein' dividends
Bitch, hop in the jet
Everybody talkin' like, do you know this kid
Bitch, hop in the jet
I been gettin' money like I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Bitch, hop in the jet
Knock one down now tell me who next
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Bitch, hop in the jet
Knock one down now tell me who next
Knock, knock at the door, you ain't gettin' in
We ain't making friends, I ain't seein' dividends
Everybody talkin' like, do you know this kid
I'm fly in the sky, it's a bird, Peter Pan
I can tell the future by the palm of your hand
I been gettin' money like I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Jet life, Taylor Gang
All that good shit that get you high
I been flyin' off a buddy pass
Got enough fuel that'll get me by
If we happen to crash, then it's jump or die
On the exit side Imma exercise
My right to shit on every guy
Imma rip 'em off like I'm Creflo Dollar
Like that
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
I pop a pill
Lil mama she know the drill
Watch her drop it to the heel
No drama, no gangsta grill
I love the almighty dollar, the mansion in ATL
They followin' Creflo Dollar
They ask if this shit is real
Tell her I'm 2 Chainz in this bitch
Young money, spit blue flames in this bitch
It's a cold case when I kill it
Take a picture for the 48 and I'm missin
Imma change it all like liquor
Imma rip you off go figure
When the money fall, turn killa
And when I talk to God, don't listen
Hey
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
What you know about Creflo
Heard that
Hop in the jet homie, let's go
I'll meet you up in first class
I'll be the kid with the rockstar linen
John Walker rocked up in a big glass
Every now and then my mind go missin
Creflo take all your mistresses mix 'em up with your vixens
And devils, shit, dealers, victims, bitch
Pray your position! Amen
Creflo, what the jet for? Uh
No, seriously, I got a question
How my rappin' ass get one, huh
Tenth of your income
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Hop out the bed
Get stoned and then get some head
Hop out the vette
Get loaded up in the jet
I said
Hop out the bed
Get stoned and then get some head
Hop out the vette
Get loaded up in the jet
Cref
Hop in this jet, muhfucka
They call me Cref
Hop in this jet, muhfucka
Yea
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
Bitch, hop in the jet
We ain't makin' friends, I ain't seein' dividends
Bitch, hop in the jet
Everybody talkin' like, do you know this kid
Bitch, hop in the jet
I been gettin' money like I'm kin to Uncle Sam
Bitch, hop in the jet
Knock one down now tell me who next
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
They call me Creflo Dollar
Hop in the jet, Ho
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Writer(s): Ducati James, Fleetwood
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