Get Away
The Internet
Now she wanna fuck with me (fuck with me)
Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees
Such beautiful company
Fuck a 9 to 5, I’m seeing dollar signs
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home
Got issues with my old chick
She blowin' up my phone
Talkin ‘bout some bullshit
Like who’s this, who’s that
Could be worse
So to calm her nerves
I just tell her
Roll up an L and light it
Let’s go to space
Be my co, I’ll be the pilot
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Baby let’s get away
If money doesn't fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And rest assure I got it babe
Working for the finer things (finer things)
Getting in all kind of ways
Pennies all in my champagne
Every day we celebrate (celebrate)
Fuck your little funds a million ain't enough
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got
Issues with my new chick
She blowin’ up my phone
Now all I hear is womp’ womp’, womp’ womp’ (womp’ womp’)
But it could be worse
Girl, calm your nerves I want you to
Roll up an L and light it
Let’s go to space
Be my co I’ll be the pilot
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Let’s get away
Baby, let’s get away
Money doesn’t fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise, babe
If money don’t
B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60 welcome on aboard
