Mayday
This plane is crashing
I'm yelling mayday, baby (Yeah)
You're made of plastic, always overreacting
Always for reactions, and imma go subtract it
My money always addin'
I got me a new chick that be calling me like Jasmine
X's and them O's, I don't wanna know what's happenin'
Brody told me slow me, or I'll end up in a casket
Money in the basket
Told her this plane crashin'
I'm yelling mayday, baby
You're made of plastic, and ain't no way you play me
I guess we cool back then
You made me block my friends
I guess we met our ends, love
Flipped me again, I'm off that Whitney once again
The devil's slit me once again
I got that Colgate, give me sloppy toppy riding in the benz
I got no time for us, nobody to fight for us
Might not need your type to love, so tell me what's the sight for us?
Shorty screaming, Mayday, Mayday! Can I be your lady, lady?
This plane is crashing I'm yelling mayday baby
You made of plastic, always overreacting
Always for reactions, and I'mma go subtract it
My money always addin'
I got me a new chick that be calling me like Jasmine
X's and them O's, I don't wanna know what's happenin'
Brodie told me slow me or I'll end up in a casket
Money in the basket
Told her this plane crashin'
I'm yelling mayday baby
You made of plastic
And ain't no way you play me
I guess we cool back then
I guess we cook back then
I guess we cook back then
I'm yelling mayday (baby)
I'm yelling mayday, baby (Yeah)
You're made of plastic, always overreacting
Always for reactions, and imma go subtract it
My money always addin'
I got me a new chick that be calling me like Jasmine
X's and them O's, I don't wanna know what's happenin'
Brody told me slow me, or I'll end up in a casket
Money in the basket
Told her this plane crashin'
I'm yelling mayday, baby
You're made of plastic, and ain't no way you play me
I guess we cool back then
You made me block my friends
I guess we met our ends, love
Flipped me again, I'm off that Whitney once again
The devil's slit me once again
I got that Colgate, give me sloppy toppy riding in the benz
I got no time for us, nobody to fight for us
Might not need your type to love, so tell me what's the sight for us?
Shorty screaming, Mayday, Mayday! Can I be your lady, lady?
This plane is crashing I'm yelling mayday baby
You made of plastic, always overreacting
Always for reactions, and I'mma go subtract it
My money always addin'
I got me a new chick that be calling me like Jasmine
X's and them O's, I don't wanna know what's happenin'
Brodie told me slow me or I'll end up in a casket
Money in the basket
Told her this plane crashin'
I'm yelling mayday baby
You made of plastic
And ain't no way you play me
I guess we cool back then
I guess we cook back then
I guess we cook back then
I'm yelling mayday (baby)
Credits
Writer(s): Pablo M Andreu, Jared Mastronardi, Frederik Gamst Terkildsen
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