Lyrics When I'm Vibing - Test

Woah (Stop playin wit me)

I get bitches straight up out they clothes, when I′m vibing

We don't want disturbance, turn your phone onto silent
At thirty thousand feet, she suck a nigga out his sneaks
The plug daughter on this charter, I can fly this bitch for weeks
I got credit, I got debit, I get paper, loose leaf
I get so much fucking lettuce, she gone try to cherish me
Even though my shit is plane, it′s fifty thousand on my time piece
They can not recline me, I told em, never mind me

Stuff my pants with rackies, I don't even need no help
Niggas tried to count me out, now they can't even count they self
Niggas ain′t wanna help me up, now niggas can′t even help they self
Got they bitch calling my phone up, I ain't even picking up (No)
Lil nigga running it dog, and I got stamina
I done took a trip out in England, and got my grammar up
Getting paid for my services, my likeness they worshiping
He gone keep that fire, for when they try, or any disturbances
I done took my own grind, and I refurbished it (I did)
I done got to working, uh, I done got her twerking, uh
I done put my kids in every designer shit they make
I just told your bitch to come eat dick, she came and ate

I get bitches straight up out they clothes, when I′m vibing
We don't want disturbance, turn your phone onto silent
At thirty thousand feet, she suck a nigga out his sneaks
The plug daughter on this charter, I can fly this bitch for weeks
I got credit, I got debit, I get paper, loose leaf
I get so much fucking lettuce, she gone try to cherish me
Even though my shit is plane, it′s fifty thousand on my time piece
They can not recline me, I told em, never mind me

Yeah you rocking bust down, take two of them for this one
When it come to bitches, I keep two of them, can't pick one
Getting paid for gracing stages, you can′t minimize my wages
All this fucking hustling, you know I'm bound to make it (You know it)
All them times they said I couldn't, know I had to take it (I took it)
Shawty tried to make me pay, now she demonstrating (Bitch)
Money my persona, I could probably fuck Madonna (I swear)
Then go and fuck her daughter, imma eagle bitch I′m soaring
I told her, if he find out what you doing, he gone kill you
Still she gonna suck a nigga up, when the bills due
Dont put no makeup on ya face, bitch I want the real you
Told her, bust that pussy open, know it ain′t seal proof

I get bitches straight up out they clothes, when I'm vibing
We don′t want disturbance, turn your phone onto silent
At thirty thousand feet, she suck a nigga out his sneaks
The plug daughter on this charter, I can fly this bitch for weeks
I got credit, I got debit, I get paper, loose leaf
I get so much fucking lettuce, she gone try to cherish me
Even though my shit is plane, it's fifty thousand on my time piece
They can not recline me, I told em, never mind me (Never mind)