[Verse 1]
We still in Paris with it (bonjour, my boy)
I need a French lover
Some slight, some undercover, just one night of some good fuckin'
My big bro, I seen his passport, and this motherfucker
Hardheaded [?], hardheaded but I still love him
Look look, we been in the club getting litty
My n***as get gritty when that DJ drop that vidy (vid, vid, vid)
I'm fucked up, I'm shitty
I'm picking out my pick me, I only fuck if he pretty
The fans outside the peninsula wanted a Tik-Tok and some quick pictures
I gave them that and a big hug and a big smile and said, "I fuck with ya"
I'm grown now, it's my jordan year
I'm [?] through my bar mitzvah, I'm reckless
My cologne spray cost 4k like a large picture

[Chorus]
I'm just thanking God that thе flight made it through
It's a different stylе of the white, red, and blue
I was in my spot making music with my crew
N***as out in Paris, baby, comment allez-vous?

[Verse 2]
Yeah
LA n***a just hit me on FaceTime
We ain't even know the LA time, but time zones ain't the reason I wanna talk, I just wanna talk on FaceTime
I was just in love for the first time, but I ain't like the music, I think they should bring mine
Run me that Industry Baby, that Dolla Sign Slime, or that Scoop in the club
But if I walk in that bitch to promoters and bookers, them boys need to run me my bucks
I do not talk to a n***a for more than a week, if I do than you lucky as fuck
I'm out in Paris and looking for love
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[Chorus]
I'm just thanking God that the flight made it through
It's a different style of the white, red, and blue
I was in my spot making music with my crew
N***as out in Paris, baby, comment allez-vous?