[Intro]
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[Chorus: Kydd Jones]
I'm tryna fly around the world on a jet seat
I'm tryna get used to this ice like Gretzky, on God
I told my jeweler to protect me
Gotta get it by any means, if I'm wrong, correct me, your fault
You came around me while I'm up, your fault
You wanna see me down on my luck, your fault
Next time you see me, I'll be countin' out, your fault
I'm countin' out now, I'm countin' out now

[Verse 1: Kydd Jones]
I'm tryna fly around the world in a jet seat
Got your old lady tryna handcuff and arrest me
I just left Guatemala with a lot of dollars and my bestie
I'm talking all gas, no brakes, I don't need rests, see
Stevie Wonder with the keys, n***a please, I don't see no one next to me
I don't play like Kyro or Kyrie, send a n***a rest in peace
I done whipped the whole recipe
Know they gotta clean up the mess when I step in
Never gave a fuck 'bout your team, never done held breath in
Who is you testing?
Got the drop on a lick, me and mine crept in
Gotta get everything in this bitch, want nothing left in
Had to let it set in
Why a n***a jetting?
[Chorus: Kydd Jones]
I'm tryna fly around the world on a jet seat
I'm tryna get used to this ice like Gretzky, on God
I told my jeweler to protect me
Gotta get it by any means, if I'm wrong, correct me, your fault
You came around me while I'm up, your fault
You wanna see me down on my luck, your fault
Next time you see me, I'll be countin' out, your fault
I'm countin' out now, I'm countin' out now

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Wanna check the price on a Jet Ski
Rock Balenciagas with a lot of choppers to protect me
Ain't make a lot of dollars, but illegal guala is the best cheese
I'ma pop the Perc' to hide some pain, I won't let it stress me
I'm a grown man, he can't test me
Back then, I was broke, now the guap in my pants
Got P in the club with the Glock in my hand
Smoking Gelato, I book a flight to Chicago to grab me another advance
My young n***a macho, he knock the meat out his taco for tryna play tough with his clan
Bitch, I got rich, so I'm stuck with them bands
Stayed down with my clique and we stuck to the plan
Point to the cash, we on it
Bought a new Benz, but ain't braggin' on it
I'm rockin' designer and I put a snake on my collar, bitch, I spent a bag up on it
I take a scale and put bags up on it
Right now, I'm a boss, but I came from the streets
I get the pack, break it down, and repeat
Made thirty somethin' K on the road for a week
[Chorus: Kydd Jones]
I'm tryna fly around the world on a jet seat
I'm tryna get used to this ice like Gretzky, on God
I told my jeweler to protect me
Gotta get it by any means, if I'm wrong, correct me, your fault
You came around me while I'm up, your fault
You wanna see me down on my luck, your fault
Next time you see me, I'll be countin' out, your fault
I'm countin' out now, I'm countin' out now
I'm tryna fly around the world