Luh Kel - Taking Off

Y'all know how it is, like
When you feel like you made it, but you ain't make it all the way
You know? So it feel like you really got nothin'
'Cause you still chasin' yo' goals, but
You know? I'm on the way to the top, for sure

I'm done with the whips
And I'm done with the chains
And I'm done with the liquor and bottles
I'm out in Miami, I'm chillin' on boats
Goddamn, some of these hoes look like Latto
She throw it back and I'm grippin' her ass
Get to tuggin' and grippin' my bottoms
We in the ocean, we ridin' the wave
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get to Cabo
Ah-ah-ah, 'til we get to Cabo
My side gotta go through the side door
I'm dressin' her down in Milano
Ah-ah-ah, headed to Puerto Rico
I'm ballin', I don't got a cheat code
I'm out here with all my amigos

They say where you at 'cause it's been a lil' minute
Just wait 'til they see what I got deep in store
I know that she want me, she told me she feelin' me
Know that she wet like a bottle of CORE
I let her go 'cause I gave what she want
And she started askin' me for more and more
Now I'm on a boat with a couple of hoes
And we travel our way to Bora Bora
Bora (Bora)
We takin' phones 'cause we don't want no photos
Bought her Prada boots like Dora Explorer, Explorer, Explorer, Explorer, Explorer
If I want her, I splurge her
Gotta throw on a rubber, these hoes they be fertile
They talkin' 'bout buddy, but I never heard of him

I'm done with the whips
And I'm done with the chains
And I'm done with the liquor and bottles
I'm out in Miami, I'm chillin' on boats
Goddamn, some of these hoes look like Latto
She throw it back and I'm grippin' her ass
Get to tuggin' and grippin' my bottoms
We in the ocean, we ridin' the wave
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get to Cabo
Ah-ah-ah, 'til we get to Cabo
My side gotta go through the side door
I'm dressin' her down in Milano
Ah-ah-ah, headed to Puerto Rico
I'm ballin', I don't got a cheat code
I'm out here with all my amigos

I'm just tryna get to the top
Gotta watch every move that I make
'Cause I know that these niggas they want what I got
I get a ho and I give her the, ah
I know I been through a lot
Gotta watch what I do, watch how I move
I know niggas want my spot
I fucked up when I put trust in my guys
I check my phone when she leave the salon, love when she sendin' me pics
Red, blonde, lace front
And she get to the nail salon, ask the color I want for her to put on her fists
All the time, nails done

I'm done with the whips
And I'm done with the chains
And I'm done with the liquor and bottles
I'm out in Miami, I'm chillin' on boats
Goddamn, some of these hoes look like Latto
She throw it back and I'm grippin' her ass
Get to tuggin' and grippin' my bottoms
We in the ocean, we ridin' the wave
We ain't stoppin' 'til we get to Cabo
Ah-ah-ah, 'til we get to Cabo
My side gotta go through the side door
I'm dressin' her down in Milano
Ah-ah-ah, headed to Puerto Rico
I'm ballin', I don't got a cheat code
I'm out here with all my amigos

I'm done with the whips
And I'm done with the chains
I'm done with the liquor and bottles
I'm out in Miami, I'm chillin' on boats
Got a bitch look like Mulatto
I'm done with the whips
And I'm done with the chains
I'm done with the liquor and bottles
I'm out in Miami, I'm chillin' on boats
And I got a bitch look like Mulatto

Written by:
Turran Coleman

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