Flight Attendant

[Intro] Uh Young Money Cash Money Fly Society Curren$y the Hot Spitta What up Cannon! Yup, right, that's right [Verse] Sitting in the first class cabin Of the airplane with my iPod blasting The captain instructs us to prepare for landing Flight attendant walks up politely asking me To cut off the music and raise my seat To the upright position where it's 'sposed to be To make sure I don't receive any injuries When the wheels touched down the tire screeched Then she looked at my face and said "Naw it can't be" "Haven't I seen you on T.V.?" "Or heard you in music with Weezy Wee?" I said yes you did, baby I'm that kid Got an arc shaped driveway at my crib 'Cause when it comes to the whips I got more than six Flying one after another like look at my shit But now I better quit 'cause that's not important You working on this plane, what you doing when you get off it 'Cause now you in New Orleans where you are just a tourist I'll bring you through my city and I promise you'll enjoy it [Outro] Yeah, yeah That's that Spitta shit You know Fly Society, tell them niggas don't bother me