Private Landing

808 Kartel
Uh, uh
It's a Rappa beat, Bi-Nitch!

Private landing, call the flight attendant
Better treat my dog right or you getting reprimanded
Forty bands, if she bust it, I'ma give it to my dancer
Head so good, I almost crashed into the damn wall
My money good, I had to hustle, get my bands up
Off Adderall, I'm 'bout to turn into a monster
Got a lot of money, baby, I don't mean to flaunt it
Smoking pressure, Cali smoke is what I'm coughing
In a black Tesla, I can't hear you haters talking

Private landing, I don't know how I'm landing
I ain't got no chauffeur, got the wheel and I'm jamming
Don't hit my line if it ain't 'bout getting cheese
I come from the section where they throw up threes and G

My bitch bad, bad and she shake her ass fast like a Bentley
She so bad, I had to hit her in the bathroom
In that pussy doing laps like it's a damn pool
You think I care about your last dude?
I'm getting real cheese, bitch, please
Count it up, know I love my green, get it by any means
Used to ride around the city trying to creep (Creep)
Now I'm riding with shawty and she from the East
Now she wanna live in the West (West), got em, upset (Upset)
Soon as you hop up in this jet, go and get yourself undressed

Private landing, call the flight attendant
Better treat my dog right or you getting reprimanded
Forty bands, if she bust it, I'ma give it to my dancer
Head so good, I almost crashed into the damn wall
My money good, I had to hustle, get my bands up
Off Adderall, I'm 'bout to turn into a monster
Got a lot of money, baby, I don't mean to flaunt it
Smoking pressure, Cali smoke is what I'm coughing
In a black Tesla, I can't hear you haters talking