Jet Lag lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch (Right)
Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch (That's right)
Celine bag (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch (Woo)
Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch (Grr)

[Break]
Yeah
Uh, yeah
That's right
Hoo-hoo, damn

[Verse 1]
Rollin' down the window, got two Asians with me (Yeah)
Livin' a fast life, my uncle prayin' for me (That's right)
People losin' in this game, this sh*t is fatal to me (Yeah)
See them turnin' on they brothers, sh*t like Fredo to me (Woo)
I just pulled up in the Benz and I'm feelin' like the goat (Yeah)
I just woke up on your b*tch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (That's right)
I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (Yeah)
Prada trench, too legit, 30,000 dollar coat (Grr)
Tiffany give me diamonds, that's a different kind of glow (Yeah)
Got b*tches like Frankie Lymon, that's a different kind of ho (Yeah)
Came a long way, used to try to work at Club Monaco (Hoo)
Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce, 100,000 dollar show (Hey)
Goin' guerilla, Fergie Ferg that n*gga, count my checks (Hey)
She on a n*gga, wanna get up in my chinchilla flaps (Hey)
Her ass is realest, she ain't got no silicone up in her breasts
I was born to do this sh*t, I see my dad up in the light (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Celine bag, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a—

[Verse 2]
Made a lot of millions off a plain Jane (Yeah)
Ben and Billy on the track, we do the same thing (Right)
Rose gold, pink diamonds in my ring-ring (Yeah)
Got a b*tch from Crenshaw and she gang bang (That's right)
Blood walkin' and she listenin' to YG (YG)
She scream, "I dare a motherf*cka try stop me!" (Try to stop)
She a ghetto b*tch, I f*ck her in Versace (In Versace)
And then I took her to Philippe for shrimp and broccoli (Shrimp and broccoli)
Put in work, a n*gga lookin' awky (Grr)
Diamonds blingin' called me n*ggarace (Yeah)
n*ggas wanna, but they cannot copy (Cannot copy)
I paint the biggest picture but they try to crop me (Cannot crop me)
I'm on a newer level, high-key (Yeah)
Still be walkin' through your block to get a chopped cheese (C'mon)
Turn a Honda to a Masi' (Yeah)
You my son, my baby boy, go get Taraji (Hoo-hoo, grr)
[Chorus]
Celine bag, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of chips
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a b*tch
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a—