In the Air

Woo

Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers

Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder

Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer

Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds

Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me, you just know my number

Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (Money, money)

Model bitch, I'm finna take her under, under there (Under)

I'm with shooters and they gunning, not in the air (Shooting)

Step up in this bitch, I'm fly, I'm in the air, oh, yeah (Fly)

Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, ****, yeah

She got good pussy, tryna change my life, ****, yeah

I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, ****, yeah

Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, ****, yeah

Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air

I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care

I want white diamonds, ice cream, yeah, ****, yeah

I want black diamonds, black shit, black everywhere

I got droptop bitches, droptop me anywhere

I got droptop bitches dropping tops and underwear

Yeah, I hit that bitch and then I'm gone, ****, out of there

I roll a blunt up of some super strong, I'm geeked up, out of here

We in the stupid whip, it's supercharged and we just ducking 12

You know that we keep sticks in here, you know I keep some green like pears

Designer kicks, I keep a pair, designer bitches come in pairs

It's up, it's stuck, it's in the air, designer smoke fuck up the air

Oh, yeah

This shit got me psyching out, I'm going brazy

Yeah, and this bitch want me just to text her everyday

I'm tryna get rich, bitch, I ain't got no time to play

And I'm still thanking god 'cause I rock designer daily

And I'm still going hard, bitch, I'm always chasing paper

And I'm still going hard, tell these **** please don't play with me (Yeah)

Please don't play with me, please don't play with me

Please don't play with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, ****, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

She got good pussy, tryna change my life, ****, yeah

I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, ****, yeah

Yeah, no cap, ****, don't play with me

Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, ****, yeah

I'm in this bitch getting big high, trippy ****

Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air (Big racks on me)

Big, big style on me, know what I mean? All that

Your bitch like me, like me, I don't even care

Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers

Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder

Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer

Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds

Yeah, stupid bitch, you don't know me, you just know my number

Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (Money, money)

Model bitch, I'm finna take her under, under there (Under)

I'm with shooters and they gunning (Shooting), not in the air

Step up in this bitch, I'm fly, I'm in the air, oh, yeah (Fly)

Rick kicks, I'm not rocking flights, ****, yeah

She got good pussy, tryna change my life, ****, yeah

I turned eighteen, I took twenty flights, ****, yeah

Before nineteen, I blew twenty racks, ****, yeah

Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air

I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care