Lyrics

Come on I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat Take you out to Paris, I'll take you out to France See you starin' at my pants, baby, these is Kapital We go buy these in Japan, that's why this look good I had to be rich a lot of years for this to look this good I done had to wipe a lot of tears for you to get fucked this good Baby, if you up and disappeared, haha, it's all good I done been through that, I done been through, I been to Hell and back I just went through an all-ten friend group, yeah I done lost a girl I never want back When my old bitch hear this song, I hope she's somewhere shakin' ass I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first (ayy) class seat Baby, that passport lookin' sad You need stamps, need 'em bad Name, birthday, first and last Two tickets, you in that ass PTO, I know you have it That's your boss, not your dad What they pay you? I got cash Upgrade you, check your bags Tell your BF help your pack Fendi panties and your MAC Paris, babe, don't bring that hat here This France, not Manhattan Honolulu for the winter Belgian black in the summer Can't keep track of where we goin' Keep sendin' you trackin' numbers Fuck it, tickets for the homie Tell her carry-on luggage only AMEX Lounge, layin' over Word for word, that's what she told me I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, nigga, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat, fly me out I'm a freak for that first-class seat Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah Fly out to the spot, maybe we can lock lips Show me what you got, show me what you got, yeah Fly out to the spot Show me what you got Show me what you got
Writer(s): Guapdad 4000, Kyle Harvey, Simrat Chahal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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