j3mob - in the air lyrics
[part i]
[intro]
(fony wallace made the beat, n+gga)
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, look what you’re doing to chandler)
[chorus: idkshy]
yeah, l+love is in the air (love is in the—)
soon as i get high, yeah, life is no fair (yeah)
yeah, money on my mind, yeah, but you don’t even care (you don’t even—)
the first shot of wine got me fallin’ out my chair (yeah, yeah)
girl, let’s be real, why the f+ck would i smoke bare weed?
yeah, i could sh+t up on these rappеrs, i’m an ass cheek
yeah, i could catch you like a snapper in thе deep sea (like a snapper)
yeah, b+tch, you talkin’ h+lla crazy, come and eat me (come and eat me)
[verse 1: idkshy]
it’s a party down town, i don’t know where you at
i could spend a band to get you here, don’t wanna get you that
spin the block in minivans, and everybody got a mask
d+mn, how you tryna cuff her, when she got a fake— (it is a wonderful day we’re having outside)
when she gotta shake ass
she be swipin’ credit cards, i be countin’ up the cash
yeah, makin’ all these songs, i’m invested in my plaques
yeah, i always get my bag up, and [?]
[verse 2: chan prix]
yeah, makin’ all these bands, i had to check up over all of them
took it to the bank, i gave ’em bags, and i got [?]
she like that, i’m goin’ dumber
takin’ the world over every summer (look what you’re doing to chandler)
i’m on the x, takin’ another
i got a b+tch, gonna f+ck undercover
i got a quickscope, uh, hit you from long range
whoa, everything expensive, uh, those are the small things, uh
everything retail, everything we get [?] sell
flippin’ it back, gotta resell
still gotta check on my email
we gotta tell ’em the details
smile on the beach, some seash+lls (look what you’re doing to chandler)
takin’ the money, i get it, i fill up my pocket, i can’t even think, whoa
i wake up early, go right to the challenges, soon as they can’t even see, whoa
run down on me, i got chops on chops on chops on chops, ain’t shootin’ me
i got b+tches that’s suckin’ my d+ck, it’s like nfl refs
i’m too in it to f+ckin’ focus, i can’t heal myself
i need to help myself, told her, “help yourself”
yeah, uh, oh my god, yeah
[chorus: idkshy]
yeah, l+love is in the air (love is in the—)
soon as i get high, yeah, life is no fair (yeah)
yeah, money on my mind, yeah, but you don’t even care (you don’t even—)
the first shot of wine got me fallin’ out my chair (yeah, yeah)
girl, let’s be real, why the f+ck would i smoke bare weed?
yeah, i could sh+t up on these rappers, i’m an ass cheek
yeah, i could catch you like a snapper in the deep sea (like a snapper)
yeah, b+tch, you talkin’ h+lla crazy, come and eat me (come and eat me)
yeah, l+love is in the air (love is in the—)
soon as i get high, yeah, life is no fair (yeah)
yeah, money on my mind, yeah, but you don’t even care (you don’t even—)
the first shot of wine got me fallin’ out my chair (yeah, yeah)
[part ii]
[chorus: chan prix]
might fall under, gun in the back
3.5, get it, dump it
cold like tundra, might fall back
last three months, i been workin’ on something
ain’t sh+t gon’ stop, i need to cool down, my b+tch, she hot (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
do not act a fool now, gonna get shot (look what you’re doing to chandler)
i make the rules now, i took the spot
[refrain: idkshy]
yeah, i+i’ll collab with you, we could make multiple songs
i can take two rights and turn them into two wrongs
yeah, she wan’ spend the night and tell me i was the one
yeah, baby, i’m not the one
i’m gettin’ high, but the money come
had to tell you, “just look at the money sign”
i’m on the rise, paranoid yesterday by the [?]
i could freestyle now, sh+t, it’s just like a cypher
yeah, she ride to it, she like a biker
i got some smoke, but i can’t find a lighter
the chain on my neck, so wet like a diver
[verse 1: idkshy]
yeah, check the stats, the money comin’ back
she f+ck with me, there’s no time to react
i got luxury, i’m livin’ with a bag
and she run to me when everything out bad
d+mn, i’m finna blow like a blowfish
she wanna suck on my d+ck, she don’t know sh+t
airhead, walk in the room with a kel+tec
stumblin’ problems, i lift ’til my heels red
[chorus: chan prix]
might fall under, gun in the back
3.5, get it, dump it
cold like tundra, might fall back
last three months, i been workin’ on something
ain’t sh+t gon’ stop
i need to cool down, my b+tch, she hot
do not act a fool now, gonna get shot
i make the rules now, i took the spot
[verse 2: chan prix]
i’ll need a little adderall and make some money (uh+huh)
seein’ sh+t, go try yourself
when you rich like this, every day be sunny
see me, i got cribs, got cars
got b+tches that look like playboy bunnies
got b+tches make b+tches go dummy
three hoes and they all go crazy
two phones, make ’em b+tches race me
[refrain: idkshy]
yeah, i’ll collab with you, we could make multiple songs
i can take two rights and turn them into two wrongs
yeah, she wan’ spend the night and tell me i was the one
yeah, baby, i’m not the one
i’m gettin’ high, but the money come
had to tell you, “just look at the money sign”
i’m on the rise, paranoid yesterday by the [?]
i could freestyle now, sh+t, it’s just like a cypher
yeah, she ride to it, she like a biker
i got some smoke, but i can’t find a lighter
the chain on my neck, so wet like a diver
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