Flights

[Intro: LNDN DRGS]
Yeah
You already know what it is, man
So motherfuckin' smooth
So motherfuckin' lavish
This that luxury music
Yeah

[Verse 1: LNDN DRGS]
Missin' flights on the daily
Promoters prolly' hate me
But it's money in the V and I got hoes who really pay me
Coachella both weeks so you know I don't sleep
Beard lookin' like Ross, this the life of a boss
First class hard floss, never did in private jet
But I'm a nigga out the 'jects, just a nigga out the West
Every time I hit the stage, you know I do it for the set (For the set)
Do it for the money, I ain't worried 'bout the sex
Rarely ever fuck my work unless you break us out the checks
Either that or take me out to land us shoppin' in the ends
Right side how I'm drivin', still I'm hoppin' out the Benz (The Benz)
The biz, that's my homie, if I said it, then we friends
Fake niggas takin' pictures with rappers they barely met (Barely met)
Stuntin' for the 'Gram, like nigga you 36
Though why still thuggin' when niggas that politic
Know flies over niggas who claimin' but never rep

[Break: Stro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, look

[Verse 2: Stro]
I might travel on some first class shit
If I get high, catch a red eye
Fly young nigga in Bed-Stuy
Raised down in Flatbush, Brooklyn the jungle
Never lost one, I be movin' like I want to (I want to)
That move's hot, you promotin' what you gon' do
Our's so silent, we tell them hoes "come through"
You out here but we out share
I mean we really out share like we tired of shittin'
Playin' games with the cash like we tired of livin'
Got this shit laced up like I'm tired of trippin'
I meditate, you was never great if they never hate
While you buildin', niggas stare 'til you elevate
They try to meet you on the top floor when you high, G
Claimin' they was with you at the bottom, that's a lie, B (That's a lie, B)
Life's a movie, we do this shit properly
Shawty pullin' on my shirt, that's a thot T
Impeaced to my West Coast niggas
I hit up Jay Worthy, he gon' school me on the pimpin'
Must admit, in the past life, I was slippin'
Let her spend the night, even home 'er like a Simpson
But now the kid cold like Dreamville
Niggas call me Stro when I beat kill
Reek skill, I don't do much, I just speak chill
Say the word, fuck the long sentence, free Meek Mill
Stevie Wonders can't see our shit
It's Stro and Jay Worthy, B-I-itch

[Outro]
Hoo!