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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-t 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
suckas envy, suckas trendy
nike sneakers with the bentley

[verse 2: anh-ll]
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 pr-nto
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 suckas 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 jewellers get me moulded
both my wrists be staying frozen, balling like i’m michael jordan

- tuffboys lyrics

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