Yeah, ay
Yeah
Uh yeah
Okay, uh, alright ay
Flowin' angels, duckin' from danger
I feel like the blue power ranger
Steppin' on fur whenever I wake up
Drink so much, no I'm throwin' my steak up
Valentino used to be Marc Jacobs
I'm flexin' like it's a disease
I'm flexin', I do it with ease
Can't you see Yeezy boots on my feet?
And I still keep my ear to the streets
Hold on, I think someone following me
And the devil, he lurkin' on me
But the Lord on my team, he cannot succeed
Wait, chauffeur by the gate, ay
Doors open at seven
But you show up at eight, damn
And we gettin' there late
First class, flight 637 (uh, yeah)
Flowin' through heaven, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Ay, here you go, a gift from me
She open up, Patek Phillipe
We so far from Christmas baby
But you shine like a Christmas tree
I don't want you to ever leave
I don't want you to ever leave
I don't like when the camera's on me
Had enough of these meet and greets
She want me to take her to Greece
But I'm too busy counting the green
Yeah, my gang doin' numbers like Greece
Help the team, but I don't got a lease
And you comin' up short like a priest
Got lil' shawty a diamond ring
Now she's so cold, need a fleece
My shawty got baby teeth (yeah)
First class flight 637 (uh, yeah)
Flowin' through heaven, with a flow from heaven
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She said you so special baby, ay
Give her my car, she went crazy, ay
I hit the bank, look at my money
I got a bunch like the Brady's, ay
I'm throwing it long like I'm Brady, ay
My shawty far from basic
Shawty oriental, Spanish and caucasian
Pull up, we flexin' on every occasion
Look, don't be mad at me
'Cause your shawty chose
Look, nothin' was handed to me
Got here on my own
Party dirty like way down south
Can't step out got too much clout, bow wow
Make it bounce, bounce, bounce
Made six figures sittin' on the couch, ay
First class, flight 637 (yeah)
Flowin' through heaven, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Flight 637
Flowin' through heaven, yeah, yeah
Flight 637
Flowin' through heaven yeah, uh, yeah
