Passport Junkie

I'm tryna spit that real shit every time, that shit

Just tryna keep it all the way up, thurl

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Bahamas light work

Turks might work, might work

I told her, "You would love to party," yeah

T-t-turn me up, Fivee

She say, "I'm just gettin' started"

Damn

Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls

Turn into bad bitches, look, look

Ain't no more holdin' her hand, it's time to expand

She wanna get on the 'Gram and take pics in the sand

She tryna work on her tan, you ever been to Thailand?

We ain't gotta pack no clothes, we can shop when we land

You want bad-bitch views? What you willin' to do?

She can't come to your room unless it's in Tulum

You ain't ready for her, I think you should slow your roll

Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no

She's a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy

Yeah, he met her on Sunday, was in the airport by Monday

If you really gettin' money, take that girl out the country

She like **** that's fun, they takin' shots, gettin' blunted

I'll do whatever for your love, it ain't no leavin' me

Spend a million in a month, who gon' compete with me?

I might take her to Paris, fly out her whole family

He rented a yacht and took her to Miami

Listen, listen, listen, I love Miami

But she don't wanna go no more

She don't wanna go no more

'Cause it's not the same

Times change

Oh, how the times change

She don't wanna go no more

She don't wanna go no more

She a passport junkie

Takin' trips out the country

Takin' trips out the country

Oh, how the times change

'Cause it's not the same

Oh, how the times change (Aye, listen)

She don't wanna go no more (If you ain't got no bag, you can't even bag her, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

She don't wanna go no more (Oh, youngin')

I'll never forget it, man

Two-hundred dollar hotel rooms and shit, used to be the shit

No, sir

Oh, how the times change

You ain't got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man

You ain't got no paper, man, focus on yourself, man