Flight To LA

I started dancing
When I walked out the bank
She calling me handsome
Say I'm "fly like a plane"

She say she foreign
She from out of the states
She say she want me
She gone fly to LA

She calling me daddy
She be calling me bae
Told her I got a ransom
And she gotta pay
Told her I am a Playa
But I do not play

Then she started choosing
Gave me all of her cake

Then I left the bank put it all in a safe
Took her back to the crib nutted all on her face

Took that hoe to the room, Gave her all of this game
Put that hoe in the whip dropped her off on the blade

She lit a lick, Call it a date
She make 10k we can call it a day
We living good, bought an estate
We eating good lobster & steak

(Oh yeah) You should see what I made today
Purple stitch on my Bathing Ape
White bitch like a paper plate
I trip when she pay me late

She wanna have fun I wanna have funds
So she gotta pay to play
Do that shit with a happy face
Don't care what a hater say



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Schiele
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