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y u choosy - flight lyrics

[intro]
bankroll, bankroll ([?] music)
bankroll, bankroll (just back on that **** holiday season)
bankroll, bankroll (holiday season)
bankroll, bankroll (flocka)
yeah, come on
aye, aye

[verse 1]
bankroll like the bible, thick enough to beat your word, man (who run it)
pull up in that lambo (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) got the neighbors saying, “swerve”
she a 10 but love a outlaw, told her, “get what you deserve”
now she stunting up and selling every pic she post and serve (aight)
[?] play it cold, i got the city on my bank
labels calling want a cut, but i just laugh and roll this paint
i remember selling [?] now i got meetings with execs (yeah, yeah)
but i’m still the same n*gga just with a million dollar check (million dollar check)

[chorus]
feel like waka flocka, oh let’s do it (who run it, let’s do it)
since i got a check, shawty choosing (shawty choosing, aight)
i just flew some fine sh*t out from houston (out from houston)
got b*tches shaking ass to my music (to my music)
feel like waka flocka, oh let’s do it (who run it, let’s do it)
since i got a check, shawty choosing (why you choosing, aight)
i just flew some fine sh*t out from houston (out from houston)
got b*tches shaking ass to my music (to my music)
[verse 2]
okay
wake up in designer thank the plug (who run it), then count these racks (racks)
closet like a runway, every step i break they necks (come on)
cartier up on my wrist, they like, “kimani, where you at?”
in the ‘a, eating steak, blowing [strong?], and speeding facts (yeah, aye)
shawty thick, she love my style, she never met a boss (boss)
put her on a pj, she don’t know what that sh*t cost (boss)
she never met a man who came from the bottom to a [?]
i ain’t flexing, i’m just blessed, ftc i got the sauce

[chorus]
feel like waka flocka, oh let’s do it (let’s do it)
since i got a check, shawty choosing (shawty choosing)
i just flew some fine sh*t out from houston (out from houston)
got b*tches shaking ass to my music (to my music aight)
feel like waka flocka, oh let’s do it (who run it, let’s do it)
since i got a check, shawty choosing (why you choosing, aight)
i just flew some fine sh*t out from houston (out from houston)
got b*tches shaking ass to my music (to my music)

[outro]
who run it (to my music)
to my music (aight)
music, music
come on, music

- flight lyrics

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