Testo Fly Away - Baby
Testo della canzone Fly Away (Baby), tratta dall'album Birdman
The financial advisor of this get money game
It's nigga Stunna the big money man
So loosen up your strings 'cause you can get shot
That Cristal, Absolut on the rocks
I got that stay fly money
No baseball player, I got that A-Rod money
Go to Jamaica, homie, and ball like a dog
Roll a leaf of that sticky, homie, and fog up the car
It's nothin' to that iggy iggy Harlem World sticky sticky
Fifty-fifty a gram, raw cut dilly
Got minks on my body 'cause it cost too much
Two-fifth on the bird, had to frost me up
See these gangstas, pimps, and thugs make the world go 'round
Ride for Uptown until they lay me down
Birdman with them big chips
With the Bird lady in the Benz 6
It's the fly away (Fly, fly away)
Or you can hit the highway (That's the
Only way we do it, we Thugger, we do it)
Why not fly away? (Fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today (I know you
Wanna see how we do it, you know how we do it)
So get your stock up, nigga, get your brains wrapped right
The hood fucked up 'cause a nigga change life
The Birdman daddy keep them bricks taped tight
A hundred of them thangs got my chips the same night
Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny-ass tires
Ice all over 'cause a nigga so fly
I'm in New York now, now, nigga, and I'm doin' what I'm doin'
If them clubs gon' pop, I'm gettin' straight to 'em
Nothin' on chain, put them dubs on them thangs
Wipe a nigga down, shit, give a nigga brains
Count a nigga change, ma, I wash a nigga Range
Burberry down with them Cartier frames
Gucci from head to toe and Stunna my name
Mink winter weather and that's my thang
I'm iced thuggin', smoke pounds of 'dro
And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a ho, bitch
It's the fly away (Fly, fly away)
Or you can hit the highway (That's the
Only way we do it, we Thugger, we do it)
Why not fly away? (Fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today (I know you
Wanna see how we do it, you know how we do it)
It's the worldwide callin', the boss of the ballin'
A hood rich nigga, money tall as Allah
The youngest of twenty children and nobody starvin'
Nobody borrowin' 'cause nobody's starvin'
"Ayy, Keys, ayy," that 'dro man callin'
Get it in the jar, Jeff Panzer is callin'
Buy an ounce, buy a pound, buy enough for the rounds
By mouth 'cause you know how it's goin' down
'Dro party with them Magnolia chicks
Smoke just flyin', nobody givin' lip
They all on the floor 'cause they brains is flyin'
On the outside, it's just them twenty-inch tires
Bentley, Lexus, Lambs, and Vettes
Them rag top Guccis with that Smith and Wess
Got them old school Caddys and them new school, too
Platinum out, lil' niggas, and them gold mouth, too, bitch
It's the fly away (Fly, fly away)
Or you can hit the highway (That's the
Only way we do it, we Thugger, we do it)
Why not fly away? (Fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today (I know you
Wanna see how we do it, you know how we do it)
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Writer(s): Terrance Quaites
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