[Verse 1: My nigga Bongo it up, Omar gon' dip my rims today Or at least what he say But I take with a grain of salt In case things apart, I won't be the one that fault Full steam on them haters, we will never on it, show money, pounds of weed, gallons of gas Seven in the driveway, four more parked in the grass beautification committee Put a notice on my door, they ain't fucking with it But I ain't switching - they gon' to deal with it My name on that deed, that's me And in the next ten minutes, I suggest you My dogs is unleashed and only taking orders G's Respect it or check it, at your like a necklace Money well invested is in that Jet shit
[Hook: Bonney] If you look up, you can see me fly by B-baaahh, If you high up, you can see me fly by B-baaahh,
[Verse 2: Still on a mission, fishing though not for Ski He in the passenger seat occasionally taking a of the weed And waving at land lovers from 30, 000 feet I'm at Auto Zone, copping car covers for my fleet I'm always gone But them birds living high in them always home Shitting on the roof, hood, and the Buzz kill you know how it is, but of it Back to the subject which is nothing but whatever this G13 help me come up high, self-governing Only with them trill Jet misses, never with a sucker bitch Get a nigga popped, crossed, on whole other shit That's why I'm somewhere with a boss chick Spending this rap faster than I can count the shit