Caligula - Fighter Jet lyrics

Verse 1 Caligula: Danger on the Beat n***a hit 'em with that sh** yeah Walked out the bank Lookin hella swag b**hes love the taste so i told 'em, "baby thanks." Say she wanna f** now im diggin in the cakes I mean she love to s** my dick Let me bust it in her face Hold up, can't control the kid Outfit so fresh i see you noticed it Built like an ox on some soldier sh** Lets get some pot on the spot n***a roll the sh** Gets me higher than a fighter F-14 some sh** from California with the color forest green Matter of fact thats some G-13 n***as stuck with some sh** its called purple charlie seen b**h, they love my sh** 'cause im swagged out b**h NARS revenge Jaws drop from the cars we whip Hip porter 45 case they started sh** b**h Make it clap girl what you talkin about? Pop that a** girl what you talkin bout Club goin wild everybody showin out Fly n***as in the VIP, Don P is pourin out Now we go bananas Up in diamonds of Atlantis Smackin' strippers on the booty like we got no manners Super fly face all up in the camera NARS on the roster n***a understand her Hook: Money pilin' up, but even ain't even even count it yet We the sh** b**h, u ain't even got it yet Gettin bank lil swag but u gotta get your girl off my dick Cause im flyer than a fighter jet Fly, im flyer than a fighter jet Fly, im flyer than a fighter jet Fly, im flyer than a fighter jet Them switch that i hit keep me higher than a fighter jet Verse 2 Wiz Khalifa: Uhh rollin up paper cause i got paper Gettin all of this money yall put in labor Top floor i dont know if i got no neighbors Give a f** about a cost, give a f** about a hater So many cars i built another garage So many pounds come f** with me rollin down Im smokin good whenever im in your town Your b**h is lookin for Taylor, she gettin them cap and gowns Hold up, i ain't in there if i can roll up Pants skinny but the pockets on them b**hes swolled up Ridin old school, Wish my doors dont go up If it ain't about 6 digits then i dont show up Lil n***a grow up Just grab some gin and poor up I got n***as sick Haters bout to throw up n***as mad cause they last name, it need progression Roll a joint mixed with hash Thats a lethal weapon And i with all my n***as And we all gettin money b**h im smilin' cause im Highed up n***a ain't sh** funny? Smokin and Rappin Thuggin and Trappin Every n***a that i came with is on d** Every n***a that i came with is bossed up HAHAHAHA (HOOK) Enjoy the lyrics!! :)