Flyin Up lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Doggin' out the same hoes that you kissin' on (Same hoes)
Get some head, when I bust, how you gettin' home? (How you gettin' home?)
Talkin' to the lady in Dior, yeah, we get along (Yeah, we get along)
Put it in the bag, told her I don't need to fit it on (I don't need to fit it on)
Fade with the waves, n*gga, I don't got no fitted on (I don't got no fitted on)
b*tch, I feel like Turkey Shepp, I'm finna get it on (Get it on)
n*gga disrespect the Clan, he gettin' spitted on (Spitted on)
Blockin' b*tches, they still callin' from a different phone (Callin' from a phone)
No more ones in the club, yeah, blame me (Blame me)
All these bands make these hoes want a baby (b*tch crazy)
n*ggas thinkin' that this rap sh*t made me (n*gga stupid)
I been havin' hoes since YG made "Ain't Me" (Yeah)
Why is other n*ggas' b*tches tryna claim me? (I don't know)
Why I got on thousand-dollar shoes when it's rainy? (I don't know)
n*ggas askin' 'round where we from, we ain't bangin' (We ain't bangin')
Pocket full of blues, bottom of my shoes flamin' (Shoes flamin')

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Talk about good grass, but I feel like n*ggas hatin' (n*ggas hatin')
Told her I'm like Cedric when it come to entertainin' (On my mama)
She know I'm in love with her mouth, this sh*t amazin' (sh*t amazin')
Get up off your ass, get a bag, quit complainin' (Lil' n*gga)
Double-R's parked in the front, we finna race 'em (Finna race 'em)
Let these lame b*tches off the leash, he finna save 'em (b*tches lame)
Fans takin' pictures at the mall, a n*gga famous (n*gga famous)
Yeah, she got a n*gga, but she finna make arrangements (Make arrangements)
Bought the same shirt twice, f*ck exchangin' it (Yeah, f*ck it)
Oh, you be f*ckin' with them n*ggas? They the lamest (n*ggas weird)
She let me f*ck her, but you gotta make a payment (Make a payment)
Ask me if I like his song, but I ain't played it (I ain't heard it)
This sh*t ain't happen overnight, yeah, I was patient (I was patient)
She small, but it's big in here, this sh*t spacious (This sh*t spacious)
Dodgin' all these weak b*tches like The Matrix (Like The Matrix)
[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
I don't do weak b*tches, man, I hate it (Man, I hate it)
I can't hang with lame n*ggas, I can't take it (I can't take it)
n*gga say he want a song, throw them bands at me (Throw them bands)
Pull out the foreigns and the blues, it's a Clan rally (Clan rally)
I just ran off with a Chase, I'm still scam-happy (Scam-happy)
Count a thirty in my b*tch face, you still mad at me? (You still mad?)

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Finna spoil this lil' b*tch like her granddaddy (Like her granddaddy)
Talkin' sh*t, these labels tryna throw a bag at me (Throw a bag)
I just post this b*tch on my story, she so damn happy
Let her post me on her sh*t, baby, don't tag me (Don't tag me)
Tryna lead my team to the 'ship like I'm Coach Andy (Coach Andy)
All weak b*tches at your party, it wasn't no baddies (Where?)

[Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ]
f*ck that, I'm goin' back in (f*ck that)
'Member I ain't have sh*t, that was back then (Yeah)
Cullinan big as f*ck, I can't back in (I can't back in)
I'm only here for one reason, for the backend (Backend)
b*tches wanna leave with us, they tryna pack in (Pack in)
Back of the Rolls truck gettin' a lap dance (Lap dance)

[Verse 6: Jeeezy]
Christians bleeding on my feet, I'm finna tap dance (I'm finna tap dance)
Can't believe I paid this much for some black pants (Can't believe it)
[Verse 7: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Big Rolls when we ridin' up (Big Rolls)
Big plays in the field, yeah, we linin' up (Linin' up)
Model b*tches wanna f*ck, yeah, sign 'em up (Sign 'em up)
Poppin' bottles in the club, money flyin' up (Lil' n*gga)