Boardin'
He book the flight then I board it
He fuck me right then I record it
I was down bad, I was sore then
I hopped in a bucket then I floored it
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
They hit me up and ask me did I eat yet
He wanna feed me prawns on the side the beach, bet
He wanna make a song and he ain't rub my feet yet
He wanna have a son and he ain't even beat yet
You gotta give me something baby this is tit-for-tat
Money talks, save your breath like a tic-tac
He gon' get a tat of my face on his neck
He gon' risk it all for the get back
You spend too much time slacking baby, what's up with that?
They just had to do me wrong, they can't take it back
(They just had to do me wrong)
Bitch I'm steady blowing strong out the gift bag
Bitch I'm about to blow you might just want to sit back
Thumbs burning from flicking lighters
Thumbs burning from counting paper
I'm for certain your bitch could never
She ain't really working, she flighting feathers
Pressure, push up
Wassup with the wassup
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
Exotic baby I'm looking imported
Your bitch could never and I'm for sure of that
He book the flight then I board it
He fuck me right then I record it
I was down bad, I was sore then
I hopped in a bucket then I floored it
He gon' fuck me right then I record after
I'm running out of pack he bring some more in
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
We can chat later boo
I'm boarding
He fuck me right then I record it
I was down bad, I was sore then
I hopped in a bucket then I floored it
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
They hit me up and ask me did I eat yet
He wanna feed me prawns on the side the beach, bet
He wanna make a song and he ain't rub my feet yet
He wanna have a son and he ain't even beat yet
You gotta give me something baby this is tit-for-tat
Money talks, save your breath like a tic-tac
He gon' get a tat of my face on his neck
He gon' risk it all for the get back
You spend too much time slacking baby, what's up with that?
They just had to do me wrong, they can't take it back
(They just had to do me wrong)
Bitch I'm steady blowing strong out the gift bag
Bitch I'm about to blow you might just want to sit back
Thumbs burning from flicking lighters
Thumbs burning from counting paper
I'm for certain your bitch could never
She ain't really working, she flighting feathers
Pressure, push up
Wassup with the wassup
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
Exotic baby I'm looking imported
Your bitch could never and I'm for sure of that
He book the flight then I board it
He fuck me right then I record it
I was down bad, I was sore then
I hopped in a bucket then I floored it
He gon' fuck me right then I record after
I'm running out of pack he bring some more in
He book the flight then I board it
All my niggas say I'm too important
We can chat later boo
I'm boarding
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Kendall West, Alexis Danielle Johnson
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