Neako - Flyer Than Delta lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] They catch feelings, we catch flights JET Life Yeah Flyer than delta, I can help ya Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah Flyer than delta, I can help ya Get your weight up, hoes reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no Flyer than delta, I can help ya Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah I can help ya, hoes reaching for the wings but we don't [Verse 1: Curren$y] Not do I love them hoes, hell no Now soak that G game, lace it up like some shell toes Of all in a laws bumping Jym Crow Baby's Mama drama featuring Too Short, in a super sport All sorts of b**hes have payed sky boxes Just witness my weed stash, I'm sitting on gra** like a picnic And I'm not stingy with it b**h, this that rapper weed though, with caution you should hit it JETS n***a multiply, like midnight snacking gremlins Or hundred spoke chrome wide spinning That gives my baby the high way of play pen Ride past the spot where its popping but ain't no stopping As my popularity gain, more haters go to plotting They watching I dont worry, I see the trap they set for me 20 20 no chinky and sour diesel blurry Vodka in my Hawaiian punch, yeah that's the fist of fury Murder the track and play it back for the jury, hell [Hook: Curren$y]x2 Flyer than delta, I can help ya Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah Flyer than delta, I can help ya Get your weight up, hoes reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no [Verse 2: Neako] Rolls gold color my champagne Changed the game made The World my main campaign Bomb b**hes and bomb weed, its fair game While your main b**h just study my Nike air game She been accustomed to purchase a couple air max customs n***a picture me bluffing, I gave em to my man, I dont wear em n***as be staring like the wheels on the Bonneville all wheels act accordingly Bape socks keep a n***a walking like, underneath his Jordan Nikes sh**, book a shell then I board a flight Smoking on this blue dream I can see your moves like a new screen I can dip that Bruce Lee swing I walk past them n***as who less G Probably home with your b**h ain't no question that's me f** you talking bout, all them n***as suggest me Light a joint and let that smoke where your chest be, n***a [Hook]x4