superfly
Got that ice on my wrist got that ice in my vein
Drive down town with a rollie on the way
Sunday, mobbing with the homies down the lane
One day, Imma make a hundred my change
That I give a couple dollars to the people backstage
And I do not give a damn, what the people goin say
Nowadays, they be saying that I'm going nowhere
Someday, imma make it till I see them disappear
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Bitch will never play me like the last time, bet
She goin never do me like the last time, check
Party till the clock is ticking past pm
Imma spend a couple dollars till my body high end
In preschool, used to play with the cars
Man imagine 5 years, got that JDM garage
In that Prada, In Gabanna
In that Gucci, Louie, got a money problem
VIP pass in my new s class
Got a honey in the backseat, and we go back
To the karaoke night, and we got no time to fight
Cause money flies, but we just gonna go go
Swerving and swerving and swerving and swerving and swerve
And turning and turning and turning and turning and turn to
You (Oh yea)
Yes you (My bands)
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
(That's what I want)
(That's what I want, yea, yea)
Got that ice on my wrist got that ice in my vein
Drive down town with a rollie on the way
Sunday, mobbing with the homies down the lane
One day, Imma make a hundred my change
That I give a couple dollars to the people backstage
And I do not give a damn, what the people goin say
Nowadays, they be saying that I'm going nowhere
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot,
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Drive down town with a rollie on the way
Sunday, mobbing with the homies down the lane
One day, Imma make a hundred my change
That I give a couple dollars to the people backstage
And I do not give a damn, what the people goin say
Nowadays, they be saying that I'm going nowhere
Someday, imma make it till I see them disappear
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Bitch will never play me like the last time, bet
She goin never do me like the last time, check
Party till the clock is ticking past pm
Imma spend a couple dollars till my body high end
In preschool, used to play with the cars
Man imagine 5 years, got that JDM garage
In that Prada, In Gabanna
In that Gucci, Louie, got a money problem
VIP pass in my new s class
Got a honey in the backseat, and we go back
To the karaoke night, and we got no time to fight
Cause money flies, but we just gonna go go
Swerving and swerving and swerving and swerving and swerve
And turning and turning and turning and turning and turn to
You (Oh yea)
Yes you (My bands)
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
(That's what I want)
(That's what I want, yea, yea)
Got that ice on my wrist got that ice in my vein
Drive down town with a rollie on the way
Sunday, mobbing with the homies down the lane
One day, Imma make a hundred my change
That I give a couple dollars to the people backstage
And I do not give a damn, what the people goin say
Nowadays, they be saying that I'm going nowhere
Like oh my God
He flex a lot
VVS hot
I hop he flop, superfly ass bitch
Oh my God
He flex a lot,
Look at that yacht
That's what I want, superfly ass bitch
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
Yea
Yea
Put your motherfucking hands up in the air
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Writer(s): Caleb Han
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