Guapdad 4000, !llmind and Buddy - Playstation

Flyin' out frequently
Constantly travelin'
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around, I get around (yeah)
London and then Paris
Africa, Italy
Rackin' up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around

Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfin'?
Tell me would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfin'

Yeah, I'm just tryin' to get these commas little bih
You don't think I miss my mama little bih
I know I've been fuckin' up a little bit
At least when I come back, I'm comin' back rich
People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'em
I don't wanna be on the Internet fake ballin'
Rolling Stone roamin' charges on my phone callin'
Money young, but I'm rappin' 'til I'm Weezy
Like I'm from New Orleans
She don't understand the shit it takes I'm goin' all in
She just see the CCs, and the VVs on them broads, man
You cannot compare your success to other people's success
'Cause you just gon' end up stressed, baby

You know I'd rather be sittin' here in your face
I got buffer and I'm tourin' out the way
It's a labor of love, I'm a slave
When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame

Flyin' out frequently
Constantly travelin'
I feel like Makaveli, right now
I get around, yeah, I get around (yeah)
London and then Paris
Africa, Italy
Rackin' up frequent flyer miles
I get around, yeah, I get around

Would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfin'?
Tell me would you love, yeah, me
While I'm surfin'

Written by:
Akeem Hayes, Ramon Ibanga Jr., Simmie Simms II

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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