Private Landing [Remix] [Mixed] lyrics

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I'm feelin' stuck (Feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (Yeah), like, what the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)
I'm in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh)

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Wanna hit the double coat, the candy (Candy)
I'm so high, no landing (Landing)
Keepin' that Glock, grip steady (Steady)
Rockin' this sh*t, confetti (Confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (Telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out, I'm poppin' at the Ritz (At the—)
I got 'em comin' in, sh*t look like a blitz (Look like a—)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (Check my—)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the OHKO

[Verse 2: Future & Don Toliver]
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
Yeah, she deserve a Patek 'cause she one of the members (For sure)
When it come, it's a double, money not a problem (Hmm)
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model (Yeah)
Tiffany come blue, her pus*y good and pink (Pink)
Chicago in the wintertime, I'm orderin' minks (The mink)
Sellin' out arenas, I just murked the streets (The streets)
Coppin' a brand-new castle in the Middle East (Woo, yeah)
My b*tch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat (Woo)
I could do this sh*t, one take, but my style ain't free (Woo, Pluto)
I don't take hoes on no date, 'less they got pretty feet (I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head (Ah, yeah)