[Intro: Flight]
How you say your name? Young Mooski?
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[Verse 1: Flight]
Ballin' in Miami, I might get a tummy tuck
I might go to Tootsie's just to get my tummy [rubbed?]
Can tell by her eyes shorty tryna say, "What's up?"
These diamonds on my neck got her blindin' in the club
Don't wanna fall in love, too content with the lust
I gotta tell her me from my life I made enough
But I ain't made enough until my bank account stuffed
She a soft girl but she like the sex rough

[Chorus: Flight]
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, she a soft girl but she like the sex rough
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah you know what's–

[Verse 2: DJ]
All the hoes know my name, ain't gotta say too much (Know my name)
I'm tryna take you from that lane, I can change you up
I might cheat and I might lie [?] tough
She want the face, I got hoes tryna make me fuck
Bust clamps, pull up twenty foreigns, can't make this up
Twenty-thousand ones, it's a storm, come rake this up
Big Forgi's on the foreign just to raise it up
Rappin' all your life, ain't made a crumb, would've gave it up
[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Yeah, I heard your little song, you weren't saying much (Weren't saying much)
Lambs comin' 'round, talking codes, switch the language up (Switch it up)
And she suck it like a pro, she could stay with us (She could stay)
New Ricks, yeah, they got support, hold my ankles up (Hold my ankles)
I keep laughin' to the bank, this shit too easy (This shit too easy)
Yellin', "Long live the Ruler", pockets too greedy
I just stopped her in an Uber, have a good evening (Have a good evening)
Weak bitches know what's up, yeah, they can keep dreamin' (Keep dreamin')

[Chorus: Flight]
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, she a soft girl but she like the sex rough
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah you know what's–

[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
Told the bitch I'ma join her, she knew what's up
I can go anywhere in the city with the ruler tucked
Long live 60, I [?] crip, she knew it was us
She said she don't suck dick, what you not in the mood or somethin'?
I bought two items, that's how fast I ran though a hundred
She just wanna come and eat dick 'cause my jewels is bustin'
I'm from [?] in the county, you know who I run with
N***as always talkin' 'bout money but can't show me a hundiddy
She just wanna play with my Carti, no Iggy
Smokin' on exotic stinky buns, no strizzy
That shit I got is not just on me, it's in me
I'm just tryna sip on Po', no Remy (The Plug)
[Chorus: Flight]
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah, you know what's up
Yeah, she a soft girl but she like the sex rough
Yeah, ain't gotta say much, baby, yeah you know what's–