Private Jet

[Intro: Amaru Son] (Amaru) I got this cash on me, baby Look at these racks on me, baby, oh I got these stacks on me, baby Look at these racks in my bag [Chorus: Amaru Son] I got this cash on me, baby People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making I move like a shark, so I gotta swim I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that shit that drives you crazy I got the cheese, call me Casey Above the horizon, slogan Macys Yeah, all this ice like lemonade I swimmin' like some Minute Made The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitatе I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be latе I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate [Verse 1: Amaru Son] No need to worry, baby, come and get these diamonds, diamonds, diamonds And let's a trip all the way to my private island, island, island I love when they hate on me, always so tough but in person be silent, silent, silent And you wonder why niggas be hatin', huh? I was wondering, needed savin', huh The ones at the back of the line be the ones who was always countin' me out This time I [?] so I'm never without I'm never stoppin', fill they heads up with doubt I was up kickin', layin' up on the couch This why our pockets always stuck in a drought Your stand is too high, you might need a new mount The score ain't the same, you should think and recount I'm 'bout to go bounce Left a couple people in the past 'cause I knew that shit wouldn't last And now I'm using their jealously while I'm aiming up close to a bag I know it's ugly and sad But I can't help if the only thing you do is throw white flags, oh, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Amaru Son] I got this cash on me, baby People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making I move like a shark, so I gotta swim I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that shit that drives you crazy I got the cheese, call me Casey Above the horizon, slogan Macys Yeah, all this ice like lemonade I swimmin' like some Minute Made The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitate I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be late I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate [Verse 2: Ugly God & Amaru Son] I can't let that shit get to me, where was that energy? Act like you was missin' me (Yeah, yeah), bitch, don't mention (Yeah) I though you was feelin' me, really you the enemy Remember you was kissin' me, now you don't mean shit to me Hop in the jet, I don't need to be late Fresh to death, bitch, wipe me down Rich than a bitch, I'ma get to the cake Bet she wanna be wifey now She act like she like me now Hit then go back out of town We in the game, you out of bounds I hope you could hold it down (Thanks Ugly God) I walk in the spot, about [?] Make a bitch wanna fuck when she look at the clock Talk to me nice 'fore I get out the way I be doin' my thing, bitch, you know how I rock Double the cup, pour the mud on the rock Put the beam on the Glock, I'ma up it then pop (Yeah) [Chorus: Amaru Son] I got this cash on me, baby People don't wanna see me win from all the plays I be making I move like a shark, so I gotta swim I got Dior on my jeans, yeah, that's that shit that drives you crazy I got the cheese, call me Casey Above the horizon, slogan Macys Yeah, all this ice like lemonade I swimmin' like some Minute Made The only way I live it up is if I know I'm getting paid Oh, look at these commas, commas, commas rollin' in, they won't precipitate I'm in a private jet, don't wanna be late I'll see you later, stickin' with that hate