Flyest of my Generation

Nah, we ain't cool, this shit ain't free

You **** got to pay to see it

You ain't talking money, stay the fuck away from me

Told my bitch, "If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe it"

Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving

Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?

Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony

We just pulled up ten deep in Double RRs at La Petite

Take care of my family, kids call me Jeeezy Uncle P

She let me hit her first night, I ain't have to show consistency

When they ask about the west, these **** better mention me

I ain't even try to fuck her, bruh that shit was accidental

Tried to talk to you a while ago, but now you don't remember

Hit her with the coldest spin, Braxton Miller

Said she a Capricorn, her birthday in December

Went and bought another Rollie so I won't be time wasting

I went shopping yesterday, it felt like I went wine tasting

Fuck with dimes and up, I can't do nothing basic

He thought he could fuck with me, but it was just his imagination

They copy everything we do, but we embrace it

I'm the flyest **** of my generation

Told my bitch, "If I told you the truth you wouldn't believe it"

Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving

Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?

Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony

Quarterback, I'm play calling, bring the motion back

Top floor, I stay where you overlook the ocean at

If I get some Louis, tell myself I need the coat for that

Really keeping ten bitches happy, I'm the GOAT for that

Can't settle down, if I do it'd be with Doja Cat

Yes I like to fuck on **** hoes, why what's wrong with that?

You still tryna hold that bitch down? Boy you strong for that

I got Marni on, Lanvin on, this don't go with that

I'm the one that's setting trends, yeah I showed them that

We the ones that run the west, I just noticed that

Sipping juice, I don't hit bars, big rolls, big stars

Pouring fours, Brett Favre, blowing gas, hitting hard

She with me, you on the clock working shifts hard

Blowing cash when I shop, I don't got gift cards

Bad bitch, she from Carson, eating good, we at Larson's

Sack on me, Micah Parsons, I get paid just for talking

From the streets but I made it, feel like Rafer Altston

At the Laker game, I'm through the back where the players walking

Told my bitch, "If I told you the truth you wouldn't believe it"

Tell myself I'm sitting in this booth and I ain't leaving

Have you seen two hundred laying on the table casually?

Thirty floors up in the sky, I'm yelling off my balcony