SoFaygo, DJ Khaled and Gunna - Took Off

Yeah, yeah
They didn't believe in us, God did (God did)
So we take off, while they took off, hugging their pillows (slob all over it)
Another one
Faygo, Pharrell, Gunna (Gunna)

Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run?)
Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run game?)
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
(Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane, lil' bitch)
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
They said he callin' my phone
Hang around me for a day, and I swear God I might go put you on
Think 'bout my niggas every day
And how they still out there buckin' the law (gang)
Won't believe the shit that I saw (gang)
I think I was meant to take off (gang)

I think I was meant to take off, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah

Switch sides, you switch sides
And told lies, I believe, I'm not surprised
.45, bro, keep the .45
I keep this flow tight and then they rose
But all they wanna do is talk (yeah)
Can't be mad at all (all)
Turn my savage on (on, let me take it)
And your girl rock out to my songs (yeah)
I still got ties with my dawgs (yeah)
I shine when the lights is off (it's alright, it's alright)

We shine in the night, uh (starlight, starlight)
Shine in the night, uh (it's alright, it's alright)
Shine in the night, uh (starlight, starlight)
Shinin' in the night, yeah

(Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em)
Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run? Tell 'em)
Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run game?)
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
They said he callin' my phone
Hang around me for a day, and I swear God I might go put you on
Think 'bout my niggas every day
And how they still out there buckin' the law (gang)
Won't believe the shit that I saw (gang)
I think I was meant to take off (gang)

I think I was meant to take off, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah

They like, "Who's in the Bentley Mulsanne?"
All blue interior with the wood grain (grain)
Money make a nigga feel superior, yeah, but I never change
And I could never ever hate a player knowin' it's a dirty game
I thought they was with me, they didn't even believe in me
Niggas been talkin' down, droppin' salt on my name
How could my people give up on me?
I just been stayin' in my lane
Chasin' money now I think I need that billionaire company
Uh, these millions'll bring a whole lotta thieves
I'm tryna plant me a whole money tree
Don't you quit when you lost, you stay down and go find you a better way
Now look, we perform at The Garden, and no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Callaway
I flew her in for the first time on a Friday
I fucked that lil' bitch before Saturday
Niggas switch up and go this way and that-a-way
I went TV, Jimmy Fallon way

(Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em)
Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run? Tell 'em)
Why you tryna run game? (Why you tryna run game?)
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
Tell 'em move out, stay in yo' lane
They said he callin' my phone
Hang around me for a day, and I swear God I might go put you on
Think 'bout my niggas every day
And how they still out there buckin' the law (bitch)
Won't believe the shit that I saw (let's go)
I think I was meant to take off (let's go)

I think I was meant to take off, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah, ah (ah)
Ah, ah

Written by:
Andre Burt, Sergio Kitchens, Khaled Mohamed Khaled

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