Fly Me Out (feat. Guapdad 4000)
Come on
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat
Take you out to Paris, I'll take you out to France
See you starin' at my pants, baby, these is Kapital
We go buy these in Japan, that's why this look good
I had to be rich a lot of years for this to look this good
I done had to wipe a lot of tears for you to get fucked this good
Baby, if you up and disappeared, haha, it's all good
I done been through that, I done been through, I been to Hell and back
I just went through an all-ten friend group, yeah
I done lost a girl I never want back
When my old bitch hear this song, I hope she's somewhere shakin' ass
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first (ayy) class seat
Baby, that passport lookin' sad
You need stamps, need 'em bad
Name, birthday, first and last
Two tickets, you in that ass
PTO, I know you have it
That's your boss, not your dad
What they pay you? I got cash
Upgrade you, check your bags
Tell your BF help your pack
Fendi panties and your MAC
Paris, babe, don't bring that hat here
This France, not Manhattan
Honolulu for the winter
Belgian black in the summer
Can't keep track of where we goin'
Keep sendin' you trackin' numbers
Fuck it, tickets for the homie
Tell her carry-on luggage only
AMEX Lounge, layin' over
Word for word, that's what she told me
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat
Take you out to Paris, I'll take you out to France
See you starin' at my pants, baby, these is Kapital
We go buy these in Japan, that's why this look good
I had to be rich a lot of years for this to look this good
I done had to wipe a lot of tears for you to get fucked this good
Baby, if you up and disappeared, haha, it's all good
I done been through that, I done been through, I been to Hell and back
I just went through an all-ten friend group, yeah
I done lost a girl I never want back
When my old bitch hear this song, I hope she's somewhere shakin' ass
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first (ayy) class seat
Baby, that passport lookin' sad
You need stamps, need 'em bad
Name, birthday, first and last
Two tickets, you in that ass
PTO, I know you have it
That's your boss, not your dad
What they pay you? I got cash
Upgrade you, check your bags
Tell your BF help your pack
Fendi panties and your MAC
Paris, babe, don't bring that hat here
This France, not Manhattan
Honolulu for the winter
Belgian black in the summer
Can't keep track of where we goin'
Keep sendin' you trackin' numbers
Fuck it, tickets for the homie
Tell her carry-on luggage only
AMEX Lounge, layin' over
Word for word, that's what she told me
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out
I'm a freak for that first-class seat
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips
Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah
Fly out to the spot
Show me what you got
Show me what you got
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Harvey, Akeem Douglas Hayes, Simrat Chahal
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