Private Landing (feat. Justin Bieber & Future)
I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
I don't know why these h- can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Went ahead and double coat, the candy (candy)
I'm so high, no landing (landing)
Drippin', that glock get steady (steady)
Rockin' that sh-, confetti (confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out I'm poppin' at the Ritz (at the-)
I got em coming in, sh- look like a blitz (look like a-)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (check my)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these h- can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in Yoko, better call me Randy
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
She deserve a Patek, cause she one of the members
When it come to Saldava, money not a problem
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model
Tiffany come blue, her p- good and pink
Chicago in the winter time, I'm ordering minks
Selling out arenas, I just murked the streets
Copped me a brand new castle in the middle east
My b- sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
I can do this sh- one take, but my style ain't free (Pluto)
I don't take h- on no date unless they got pretty feet (I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head
She mop me down the best, I can't feel my legs
I done sniped off yo h-, for a crumb of bread
Got racks going out the roof, they bustin' through the ceiling
My new bitch she the truth, she showed me a couple million
Is Don here ready like I'm
I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
Keep goin', mmm (oh)
Keep goin', keep goin' (mm-hmm)
Keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go, go
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go
I guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' (so good, so good, taste it, talk to me)
Guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin'
Need you to lean in (lean)
She wanna come this way, uh (come on)
Heat it up, microwave (microwave)
Heat it up, mic, what, what?
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way (she wanna)
She wanna, uh (she wanna), she wanna
She wanna, notice how you're feelin' tonight (so tight)
Oh, it's how you're feelin' tonight
I guess I'm too demanding, I guess I'll keep my candy
(I tried to tell you but you know they been misguiding you)
Just touched down in Miami (in Miami)
I guess I'll keep my candy, I guess I'm too demanding
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I'll show you place (come on)
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come in, show you my place
I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
I don't know why these h- can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Went ahead and double coat, the candy (candy)
I'm so high, no landing (landing)
Drippin', that glock get steady (steady)
Rockin' that sh-, confetti (confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out I'm poppin' at the Ritz (at the-)
I got em coming in, sh- look like a blitz (look like a-)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (check my)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these h- can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in Yoko, better call me Randy
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
She deserve a Patek, cause she one of the members
When it come to Saldava, money not a problem
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model
Tiffany come blue, her p- good and pink
Chicago in the winter time, I'm ordering minks
Selling out arenas, I just murked the streets
Copped me a brand new castle in the middle east
My b- sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
I can do this sh- one take, but my style ain't free (Pluto)
I don't take h- on no date unless they got pretty feet (I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head
She mop me down the best, I can't feel my legs
I done sniped off yo h-, for a crumb of bread
Got racks going out the roof, they bustin' through the ceiling
My new bitch she the truth, she showed me a couple million
Is Don here ready like I'm
I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
Keep goin', mmm (oh)
Keep goin', keep goin' (mm-hmm)
Keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go, go
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go
I guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin' (so good, so good, taste it, talk to me)
Guess I'm spendin', double cup, I'm leanin'
Need you to lean in (lean)
She wanna come this way, uh (come on)
Heat it up, microwave (microwave)
Heat it up, mic, what, what?
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way (she wanna)
She wanna, uh (she wanna), she wanna
She wanna, notice how you're feelin' tonight (so tight)
Oh, it's how you're feelin' tonight
I guess I'm too demanding, I guess I'll keep my candy
(I tried to tell you but you know they been misguiding you)
Just touched down in Miami (in Miami)
I guess I'll keep my candy, I guess I'm too demanding
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I'll show you place (come on)
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come in, show you my place
I'm feelin' stuck (feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (yeah), like, what the f-? (What the f-?)
I'm in the trees (trees), I look up (look up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (ooh-ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Bieber, Nayvadius Wilburn, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Derek Ryan Anderson, Omar Rayan Guetfa, Robert Clark Bisel, Ronald Nathan Latour
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