Flight to China (feat. Toosii)

It's that (It's that)

Damn, Pliz

There go your tag

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent

I might drive my '62 with the gold rims

I might put the diamonds up and bring the gold in

I remember when I had a flip cell phone

Bad bitch, thick thighs and her hair long

New vibes, let her hop in, tell her test drive

Talkin' big, I don't keep the flex light

Turks and Caicos trips, we on the next flight

Seven hundred horses runnin' red lights (Red lights)

Red lights (Red lights), red lights (Red lights)

Strippers know I'm tippin', see them red lights (Red lights)

Red lights (Red lights), red lights (Red lights)

Walk up in it, kill these ****, that's a grave site

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent

Steerin' wheel got a grip for drag, uh

New car, skrrt, might crash

0 to 100, go fast

Got no limit when I hit the gas

My engine go vroom, blast

When I cop don't look at the tag

Rear view, put him in the past

Switch gears like I switch my swag

Pop the trunk put the bag in it, I be lag switching when I skrrt-skrrt

840 horsepower, hit the gas, leave him in the dirt-dirt

Loyalty, love, and cars

Got a bad broad but I'm here when the bag talk

Better move off the road when we on the road 'cause we 'bout to turn you to asphalt

Yeah, my family like the mob

When I move the squad, we got a hundred-one rods

We got a hundred-one broads

Ain't in a Wraith, but we can look up at the stars

I say a prayer to God

Give Him my all, I can tell that you floss

Switch whips like I'm switching my car

Shittin' on him, I just came out a stall

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive shit

You ain't gotta test my diamonds 'cause they too legit

I just got rid of my wallet, all I need's a safe

On my grind twenty-four seven, I don't need a break

Front yard full of cars, I don't need a whip

Eighteen hour flight to China, we can take a trip

Pouring shots of McQueen, told her take a sip

Money long, this that Bokhara scent