Letras
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport bros
We booking flights to mother land
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport Bros
We booking flights to the DR
Money, can't buy you happiness
But it can pay for these acres
Money can't buy you time
But it can pay for these flavors
I'm upper echelon like fuck a hater
If the suit don't cost a bag
It ain't really tailored
I trust I make it with these sliders
Keep me in your prayers
Risk taker roguish by nature
We booked a cruise to Jamaica
Might be gone all summer
I lay the pipe like a plumber
I'm single for the Summer
And she was single for the night
I let her ride it like a bike
Then disappear I'm out of sight
Watch me get little on em
Up up and away
Here's a little riddle for em
What has a pilot in wings
And can get me to the UK
We getting little on em now
Guess I'm fly as ah plane
When I touch down
We to the shooting range
Gotta practice your aim
It get spunky where I'm from
Like Russia and Ukraine
My hunger pains
Turn to hunger games
Had to schedule an appointment
With the US postal
And got a passport
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport bros
We booking flights to mother land
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport Bros
We booking flights to the Saudi Arabia
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport bros
We booking flights to the Philippines
Cooler than a ceiling fan
Passport Bros
We booking flights to the Bahamas
First class got me feeling presidential
And I'm the same color as Obama
She bring me blues like kitana