Yeah
Give me a minute I'm just countin' up another hundred
Give me a minute while I maximize the whole budget
I just painted up the whip, yeah, that shit custom
Type of ism that I got, you know the hoes love it
Cool nigga
Lifestyle match
They think I'm clumsy cause I keep droppin' back to back
Elevate
Make it lavish
Impala Pilot three gotta be a classic
I don't deal with bullshit, I just move past it
Good vibes only, girl, you gotta match it
Even without the money I was baggin' bitches
In some chancletas or the Jordan six's
It ain't even matter
I was gon' get it
I ain't have to learn the game I was born with it
Now I'm thinkin' vintage
Might cop a Jacob watch
I don't do the bust down, let's keep it stock
I like it all gold
I don't do a lot
I might cop a rag just to drop the top
This the winning circle
Hear the bottles pop
Treat the shit like New Year's when the ball drop
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Stacking up the loot, ain't looking for a lady
You can never play me
Two one five baby
I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands
Then I take a knee
Pray to the man
Then I get to it
Execute the plan
No Diddy nowadays, but we making bands
I'm talking colossal Picasso's
I'm talking yatch parties with some fine hoes
I'm talking run it up with Delgado (Slim)
Edibles in my system, got me high bro
And my niggas still smoking on the hydro
Second hand, hard to see through the pot smoke
Getting sturdy on these hoes like I'm Pop Smoke
They say I make it look easy, it's a lot though
I just keep it low key like a locked door
R.I.P Quan, still the man when I walk through
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Tony Poe - AirBorn Lyrics
Tony Poe - AirBorn Lyrics
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Yeah
Give me a minute I'm just countin' up another hundred
Give me a minute while I maximize the whole budget
I just painted up the whip, yeah, that shit custom
Type of ism that I got, you know the hoes love it
Cool nigga
Lifestyle match
They think I'm clumsy cause I keep droppin' back to back
Elevate
Make it lavish
Impala Pilot three gotta be a classic
I don't deal with bullshit, I just move past it
Good vibes only, girl, you gotta match it
Even without the money I was baggin' bitches
In some chancletas or the Jordan six's
It ain't even matter
I was gon' get it
I ain't have to learn the game I was born with it
Now I'm thinkin' vintage
Might cop a Jacob watch
I don't do the bust down, let's keep it stock
I like it all gold
I don't do a lot
I might cop a rag just to drop the top
This the winning circle
Hear the bottles pop
Treat the shit like New Year's when the ball drop
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Stacking up the loot, ain't looking for a lady
You can never play me
Two one five baby
I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands
Then I take a knee
Pray to the man
Then I get to it
Execute the plan
No Diddy nowadays, but we making bands
I'm talking colossal Picasso's
I'm talking yatch parties with some fine hoes
I'm talking run it up with Delgado (Slim)
Edibles in my system, got me high bro
And my niggas still smoking on the hydro
Second hand, hard to see through the pot smoke
Getting sturdy on these hoes like I'm Pop Smoke
They say I make it look easy, it's a lot though
I just keep it low key like a locked door
R.I.P Quan, still the man when I walk through
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Give me a minute I'm just countin' up another hundred
Give me a minute while I maximize the whole budget
I just painted up the whip, yeah, that shit custom
Type of ism that I got, you know the hoes love it
Cool nigga
Lifestyle match
They think I'm clumsy cause I keep droppin' back to back
Elevate
Make it lavish
Impala Pilot three gotta be a classic
I don't deal with bullshit, I just move past it
Good vibes only, girl, you gotta match it
Even without the money I was baggin' bitches
In some chancletas or the Jordan six's
It ain't even matter
I was gon' get it
I ain't have to learn the game I was born with it
Now I'm thinkin' vintage
Might cop a Jacob watch
I don't do the bust down, let's keep it stock
I like it all gold
I don't do a lot
I might cop a rag just to drop the top
This the winning circle
Hear the bottles pop
Treat the shit like New Year's when the ball drop
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right? (Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Stacking up the loot, ain't looking for a lady
You can never play me
Two one five baby
I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands
Then I take a knee
Pray to the man
Then I get to it
Execute the plan
No Diddy nowadays, but we making bands
I'm talking colossal Picasso's
I'm talking yatch parties with some fine hoes
I'm talking run it up with Delgado (Slim)
Edibles in my system, got me high bro
And my niggas still smoking on the hydro
Second hand, hard to see through the pot smoke
Getting sturdy on these hoes like I'm Pop Smoke
They say I make it look easy, it's a lot though
I just keep it low key like a locked door
R.I.P Quan, still the man when I walk through
So fly you would think I was airborne
I was born to be the pilot, need I say more
My parents even met at the airport
Young nigga fly, like he airborne
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Just a fly motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
(Fly as a motherf*cker)
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, right?
I'm just a fly motherf*cker, huh?
Writer: Tony Poe, Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid