Lyrics: Tom E/Tim North
Music: Jenson Vaughan/Krzysztof Klimaszewski
We going up
Every day like 30k up in the sky
Or I could drop like 30k on any night
Crash the party kamikaze
Bitch, I'm fly
Bitch, I'm fly yeah
Tell your brother
Tell your mother
I'm in town, I'm pulling up
System bumping
Baby, jump in
Make the whip feel like a club
Parking lot we get it poppin'
Prour that bottle in my cup
Turnin' up just like the world is shutting down
Baby
I been flying high, and ain't no one around to save me
I can't even lie, when it go down I'm yelling
Mayday
So pour another round on me
I'm feeling like it's payday
When it go down
We going down together
And that's how we ride
Windows down, rolling up tonight
Mix that vodka with that sprite
About 30 thousand feet in the sky
When I take off like quavo's bro
Touch another city when the day go slow
Hit it then I go
And I let her know
Then she opens like a centrefold, yeah
And I like how she show that, show that
Hop in the whip like she own that hold that
For a player
That's a kodak moment
But she ain't never gonna post that, post that
Oh nah, it's too scandalous
And they wonder why they can't handle us
About 3am when the club shut down
Still jumpin ground like the vengabus, aye
Ok, don't wait
We could kick it girl, no pele
When I'm pulling up just don't be late
It's going down
You know what they say
Baby
I been flying high, and ain't no one around to save me
I can't even lie, when it go down I'm yelling
Mayday
So pour another round on me
I'm feeling like it's payday
When it go down
We going down together