Jumping Out the Plane

[Intro: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
(Oh) Okay
(Oh) Okay
(Oh) Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh) Okay
What's shakin'? Ha
(Oh) Okay
Niggas be too fly (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ]
Okay, nigga, pull up
Just pop up, all these bad bitches at my house
T-T-Two girls on my coach
And I beat the pussy up, roundhouse
Lit candle, she blew it
I'm-I'm-I'm rich, she knew it
Her-Her-Her booty so stupid
I'm like, "Damn, girl, just do it, do it" (Do it, do it)
I'm about to get all of them
And hand 'em to my partner 'nem
Superhero, I'm Rapman
If you Batman, then we robbin' them
With this math, I'm solvin' it
All this money, I revolve it
Ar-Ar-Around me, I'm low-key
Go overtime when I'm ballin' (Wow)

[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by the chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by the chain

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
New York, I gotta get it fast, wait
Put a perpetrator on a plate, bait
Niggas love to hate 'cause they bitch on my ding-a-ling
Swingin' foreplay, game in the third lane
Straight to the money, fuck breakfast
I'm the type to stunt on my exes
'Cause I'm rich, young, and reckless (Haha)
Grindin' all night, I'm restless (Okay)
Big racks in my bank account
Ain't never goin' back to bein' broke
I hustle hard, above over time
Nigga like me is one of a kind
Takin' off, I'm on the rise
My business well organized
The way I got these girls in a trance
I got this poor dodo traumatized (Okay, nigga)
Ring-ring, my phone blow, these hoes on my mojo
They wanna get me solo, but that there's a no-no
Walkin' on holy ground, on .22's when I roll around
High off my altitude, no parachute, I'm jumpin' out (Jumpin' out)
I'm goin' in (Goin' in), no late tags (No late tags)
I'm in the game (Game), it's over now (It's over now)
I'm boardin' my flight, 7 A.M., I'm in it to win
I did it before and I'll do it again
No fuckin' my ten, that's word to my brim (Okay, nigga)

[Chorus: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
Money on my brain, conquerin' the plane
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane
Balancin' my drink, swervin' in your lane
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by the chain (Okay)
Money on my brain (Okay), conquerin' the plane (Okay)
Fly, feel so high, feel like jumpin' out the plane (Okay)
Balancin' my drink (Okay), swervin' in your lane (Okay)
Luvaboy's is winnin', you can tell by the chain

[Outro: Chris Brown]
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