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- [Intro]
- Yeah, uh
- Yeah (Yeah)
- [Chorus]
- Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Right)
- Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah)
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (That's right)
- Celine bag (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Woo)
- Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right)
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Grr)
- [Break]
- Yeah
- Uh, yeah
- That's right
- Hoo-hoo, damn
- [Verse 1]
- Rollin' down the window, got two Asians with me (Yeah)
- Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin' for me (That's right)
- People losin' in this game, this shit is fatal to me (Yeah)
- See them turnin' on they brothers, shit like Fredo to me (Woo)
- I just pulled up in the Benz and I'm feelin' like the goat (Yeah)
- I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (That's right)
- I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (Yeah)
- Prada trench, too legit, 30,000 dollar coat (Grr)
- Tiffany give me diamonds, that's a different kind of glow (Yeah)
- Got bitches like Frankie Lymon, that's a different kind of ho (Yeah)
- Came a long way, used to try to work at Club Monaco (Hoo)
- Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce, 100,000 dollar show (Hey)
- Goin' guerilla, Fergie Ferg that nigga, count my checks (Hey)
- She on a nigga, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (Hey)
- Her ass is realest, she ain't got no silicone up in her breasts
- I was born to do this shit, I see my dad up in the light (Yeah)
- [Chorus]
- Celine bag, got a lot of chips
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of drip
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of chips
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of drip
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than aβ
- [Verse 2]
- Made a lot of millions off a plain Jane (Yeah)
- Ben and Billy on the track, we do the same thing (Right)
- Rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring-ring (Yeah)
- Got a bitch from Crenshaw and she gang bang (That's right)
- Blood walkin' and she listenin' to YG (YG)
- She scream, "I dare a motherfucka try stop me!" (Try to stop)
- She a ghetto bitch, I fuck her in Versace (In Versace)
- And then I took her to Philippe for shrimp and broccoli (Shrimp and broccoli)
- Put in work, a nigga lookin' awky (Grr)
- Diamonds blingin' called me Niggarace (Yeah)
- Niggas wanna, but they cannot copy (Cannot copy)
- I paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (Cannot crop me)
- I'm on a newer level, high-key (Yeah)
- Still be walkin' through your block to get a chopped cheese (C'mon)
- Turn a Honda to a Masi' (Yeah)
- You my son, my baby boy, go get Taraji (Hoo-hoo, grr)
- [Chorus]
- Celine bag, got a lot of chips
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of drip
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of chips
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
- Celine bag, got a lot of drip
- Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than aβ
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