(intro) Hey, dont trip... b**h Matter fact i got somethin you can trip on Gonna need your expensive luggage for this one (Hook) I might be with my girl But you can bring your girls too Now we can do all the kinky things you Think you aint supposed to I'll take you out this world And we can get commercial See ima need privacy its obvious you aint learn So, i'll teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly Verse And she dug my chain Love my swag i does my thang Love my slang, talk just like me Say she proud to be taylor gang (taylor gang?) Man im paid Tell the waitress bring more champagne I done made what you tryin to get And my style is sick cause im taylor made Got no time to waste, see its like were in a race All the b**hes in this club would die to take your place They call me mr space, and i can let you taste But you been on the ground for so long (Hook) I might be with my girl But you can bring your girls too Now we can do all the kinky things you Think you aint supposed to I'll take you out this world And we can get commercial See ima need privacy its obvious you aint learn So, i'll teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly I can teach you to fly