Paroles Private Jet par Ugly God

(Amaru)
I got this cash on me, baby
Look at these racks on me, baby, oh
I got these stacks on me, baby
Look at these racks in my bag

I got this cash on me, baby
People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making
I move like a shark, so I gotta swim
I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that sh*t that drives you crazy
I got the cheese, call me Casey
Above the horizon, slogan Macys
Yeah, all this ice like lemonade
I swimmin' like some Minute Made
The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid
Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitatе
I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be latе
I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate

No need to worry, baby, come and get these diamonds, diamonds, diamonds
And let's a trip all the way to my private island, island, island
I love when they hate on me, always so tough but in person be silent, silent, silent
And you wonder why n***as be hatin', huh?
I was wondering, needed savin', huh
The ones at the back of the line be the ones who was always countin' me out
This time I [?] so I'm never without
I'm never stoppin', fill they heads up with doubt
I was up kickin', layin' up on the couch
This why our pockets always stuck in a drought
Your stand is too high, you might need a new mount
The score ain't the same, you should think and recount
I'm 'bout to go bounce
Left a couple people in the past 'cause I knew that sh*t wouldn't last
And now I'm using their jealously while I'm aiming up close to a bag
I know it's ugly and sad
But I can't help if the only thing you do is throw white flags, oh, yeah, yeah

I got this cash on me, baby
People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making
I move like a shark, so I gotta swim
I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that sh*t that drives you crazy
I got the cheese, call me Casey
Above the horizon, slogan Macys
Yeah, all this ice like lemonade
I swimmin' like some Minute Made
The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid
Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitate
I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be late
I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate

I can't let that sh*t get to me, where was that energy?
Act like you was missin' me (Yeah, yeah), b*t*h, don't mention (Yeah)
I though you was feelin' me, really you the enemy
Remember you was kissin' me, now you don't mean sh*t to me
Hop in the jet, I don't need to be late
Fresh to death, b*t*h, wipe me down
Rich than a b*t*h, I'ma get to the cake
Bet she wanna be wifey now
She act like she like me now
Hit then go back out of town
We in the game, you out of bounds
I hope you could hold it down (Thanks Ugly God)
I walk in the spot, about [?]
Make a b*t*h wanna f**k when she look at the clock
Talk to me nice 'fore I get out the way
I be doin' my thing, b*t*h, you know how I rock
Double the cup, pour the mud on the rock
Put the beam on the Glock, I'ma up it then pop (Yeah)

I got this cash on me, baby
People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making
I move like a shark, so I gotta swim
I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that sh*t that drives you crazy
I got the cheese, call me Casey
Above the horizon, slogan Macys
Yeah, all this ice like lemonade
I swimmin' like some Minute Made
The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid
Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitate
I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be late
I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate