What U Get
(Private jet, I'm fly to death
Get the bread, I ain't tryna flex)
Private jet, cus I'm fly to death
She said my drip hard, bitch it's hard to get
Now she gon' hit my line and I'm gon' forget her
Wish I never met her, this is what you get ya heard?
I'm saucing and she want it but I gotta let her go
Flossing like a boss in all Givenchy on my clothes
Hold on, I'm so gone
But it's all okay cus she know I'm
Higher than the moon, no roof when I'm moving
Put me in the mood, slide through going stupid
In love with what you see, if it's me you gon' lose it
Cus I'ma drop tops, pop off just to do it
Yeah, I'm saucing and she want it
But it's look, don't touch when I'm flaunting
No talking (stop it)
You can bet on me, I'm going all in
Yeah, I'ma do the dash, I'm going out my mind
Shawty gon' come my way cus she fucking with my vibe
And so I'm draped up, dripped out, and I do what I like
If it's fake love you kicked out, shawty don't waste my time
I'm private jet, cus I'm fly to death
She said my drip hard, bitch it's hard to get
Now she gon' hit my line and I'm gon' forget her
Wish I never met her, this is what you get ya heard?
I'm saucing and she want it but I gotta let her go
Flossing like a boss in all Givenchy on my clothes
Hold on, I'm so gone
But it's all okay cus she know I'm on
Get the bread, I ain't tryna flex)
Private jet, cus I'm fly to death
She said my drip hard, bitch it's hard to get
Now she gon' hit my line and I'm gon' forget her
Wish I never met her, this is what you get ya heard?
I'm saucing and she want it but I gotta let her go
Flossing like a boss in all Givenchy on my clothes
Hold on, I'm so gone
But it's all okay cus she know I'm
Higher than the moon, no roof when I'm moving
Put me in the mood, slide through going stupid
In love with what you see, if it's me you gon' lose it
Cus I'ma drop tops, pop off just to do it
Yeah, I'm saucing and she want it
But it's look, don't touch when I'm flaunting
No talking (stop it)
You can bet on me, I'm going all in
Yeah, I'ma do the dash, I'm going out my mind
Shawty gon' come my way cus she fucking with my vibe
And so I'm draped up, dripped out, and I do what I like
If it's fake love you kicked out, shawty don't waste my time
I'm private jet, cus I'm fly to death
She said my drip hard, bitch it's hard to get
Now she gon' hit my line and I'm gon' forget her
Wish I never met her, this is what you get ya heard?
I'm saucing and she want it but I gotta let her go
Flossing like a boss in all Givenchy on my clothes
Hold on, I'm so gone
But it's all okay cus she know I'm on
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Sabetta
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