[Intro]
Uh, yeah-yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah
(Clayco, cook it up)
Uh, yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone

[Verse 1]
And no, she not coming right back
I call her, she call me right back
If she good, she callin' right back
If she call me, not answering that
Damn, she a nat, yeah, that's a fact
She love me, I'm fly like a bat
Gotta go and I'm not comin' back
Another show, finna touch down in Dallas
When I leave, they don't know where I'm at
Tell that hoe to hit me on the app
I might link up but I don't know yet
Yeah, flawless baguettes and your bitch she wanna come have some sex
Yeah, I'm 'bout a check, you lil' n***as not even on shit
[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I get paid, bitch, I'm player, not simp
And I got hella hoes like a pimp
Shit, I said I would do what I done did
Know my momma, she proud of her kid
I was broke now it's Prada my kicks
I was broke now it's Rick on my bitch
From the 'partments, top floor with my kins
Yeah, what it is, yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, they said I wouldn't do it
Yeah, but me, I'm just lookin' like this
Yeah, yeah, and no, she don't follow me but she wanna come have my kids
Yeah, she said some' 'bout astrology, told that bitch that I'm just high as shit
She suck dick then I buy her some kicks
And yeah, we have sex but she can't get a kiss
And I know, yeah, I can't keep livin' like this
Book a show, it's on, racks in, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Pack in, roll a log, not a twig
And lil' bitch, I ball out, Jason Kidd
Right now, I'm turnt up, Glock in my hand, I'm lit
Pipe down, lil' n***a, I swear you don't wanna meet this stick
[Chorus]
I, take flights cross the globe
I done see all types of hoes
Yeah, rocking these shows
I done bought all types of clothes
My boy, buy all them poles, he might pull up and shoot up the show
That hoe, yeah, she on go, she just told a n***a she gone