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