Private Landing

808 Kartel

Uh, uh

It's a Rappa beat, Bi-Nitch!

Private landing, call the flight attendant

Better treat my dog right or you getting reprimanded

Forty bands, if she bust it, I'ma give it to my dancer

Head so good, I almost crashed into the damn wall

My money good, I had to hustle, get my bands up

Off Adderall, I'm 'bout to turn into a monster

Got a lot of money, baby, I don't mean to flaunt it

Smoking pressure, Cali smoke is what I'm coughing

In a black Tesla, I can't hear you haters talking

Private landing, I don't know how I'm landing

I ain't got no chauffeur, got the wheel and I'm jamming

Don't hit my line if it ain't 'bout getting cheese

I come from the section where they throw up threes and G

My bitch bad, bad and she shake her ass fast like a Bentley

She so bad, I had to hit her in the bathroom

In that pussy doing laps like it's a damn pool

You think I care about your last dude?

I'm getting real cheese, bitch, please

Count it up, know I love my green, get it by any means

Used to ride around the city trying to creep (Creep)

Now I'm riding with shawty and she from the East

Now she wanna live in the West (West), got em, upset (Upset)

Soon as you hop up in this jet, go and get yourself undressed

Private landing, call the flight attendant

Better treat my dog right or you getting reprimanded

Forty bands, if she bust it, I'ma give it to my dancer

Head so good, I almost crashed into the damn wall

My money good, I had to hustle, get my bands up

Off Adderall, I'm 'bout to turn into a monster

Got a lot of money, baby, I don't mean to flaunt it

Smoking pressure, Cali smoke is what I'm coughing

In a black Tesla, I can't hear you haters talking