TUFFBOYS - Flying Out lyrics

[Hook: Art Mansion] x2 Money making making, yeah we flying out Spend some money money, sleeping in my Gucci gown Hotel hotel living living like we need a crown Money making making making yeah we flying out [Verse 1: Art Mansion] Dreaming with my brothers do it every night First flight, midnight, Uber to the crib right Gold up in my windpipe, I'm just trynna live life Shows around the city we them boys your mumma despise Imma get this rich life we blowing up like missiles Cash out like midnight, Hong Kong, this sh** tight Too young and too sprung, my lifestyle been too wild Fly out on Monday and fly back with that new style Me and my brothers act like we so used to this Cuban links, palm trees, females don't refuse to kiss Pretty being silly buying Gucci, Louis, Fendi s**as envy, s**as trendy Nike sneakers with the Bentley [Hook: Art Mansion] x2 Money making making, yeah we flying out Spend some money money, sleeping in my Gucci gown Hotel hotel living living like we need a crown Money making making making yeah we flying out [Verse 2: Anhell] My new style my Rick Owens is too wild Keep money in my shoes 'cos they cargo Fly out and fly in, just to get that money pronto If you know me all my homies all glow If I get it, he gon' get it, then we gotta go If you know me, homie, then you gotta know I ain't lonely; I got Newton and my brother Hideyoshi We gon' get it, you gon' see Ralph Lauren on his teeth Y-3 was on my feet, that was way back in 2014 Shout-out Mama, shout-out Papa, we be blessed up Young and live it up, waking up In another continent, foreign bands we counting it I love my brothers we wake up and go get it Homie I wake up and count my lucky stars I'm so far away from home, like I flew to mars Wake up in that Gucci, Louis, then I walk to Goyard Boy this lifestyle is luxurious My sneakers cost a K, if you're curious Tuffboys, yeah I flew in in a rocketship Thankyou Mama, thankyou Papa, this is really it Dreaming big, dreaming like we be some little kids Wake up homies, it's a new day, let's go get it Let's go get it, let's go get it! [Verse 3: Art Mansion] Got the Bapestas going heavy with the tinted double Chevy Tell these s**as they ain't ready, I get money, cheese and fetti Found the treasure, what they flex is our leisure I got homies out in Texas, I got wifeys, broads and exes You boys live your life like extras, I go dumb like Famous Dex And we ain't next 'cos we be now All the others I don't know 'em, all your clothes be looking stolen I got teeth be looking golden, I got j**ellers get me moulded Both my wrists be staying frozen, balling like I'm Michael Jordan