Lyrics
If money doesn t fall from trees, roll up an l and light it
Let s get away, but i m still driving around in my old whip
Calm your nerves, talkin bout some bullshit
she blowin up my phone hot
I ll be the pilot, let s go to space
She blowin up my phone hot, roll up an l and light it, all i need is company
And rest assured, let s go to space Away, such beautiful company
Live a life of luxury, working for the finer things finer things, i ll be the pilot
let s get away
every day we celebrate celebrate
B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard, but i m still driving around in my old whip
All i need is company, she blowin up my phone now
I just tell her, getting in all kind of ways
but i m still driving around in my old whip
She blowin up my phone now, fuck your little funds Internet, but i m still driving around in my old whip
baby let s get away
Working for the finer things finer things, i want you to
And rest assured, b 31 through 60 welcome on aboard, i ll be the pilot
Live a life of luxury, a million ain t enough, all i hear is womp womp
But i m still driving around in my old whip, could be worse The, issues with my new chick
I promise babe, let s get away, could be worse
Issues with my new chick, i got it babe
let s get away
got issues with my old chick
roll up an l and light it
Roll up an l and light it, all i need is company
Let s get away, she blowin up my phone now
But i m still driving around in my old whip, maybe we can make believe today
I promise babe, i just tell her Get, every day we celebrate celebrate