CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Flight to China

It's that (It's that)
Damn, Pliz
There go your TEC

I made everything I'm in, it's some exclusive sh*t
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 b*t*h, 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 n***as, that's a grave site