Cook LaFlare - Fighter Jet lyrics

[Intro:] You already know whats going on man Straight player sh** (trapaholic) Straight player sh** (Sailing team, lil boat) Smoke straight backwoods n***a (I don't even smoke) We don't roll skinnys We don't roll skinnys (Hood rich b**h) [Chorus: Cook LaFlare] Money make her p**y wet She said that sh** I smoke is off the fighter jet That lil b**h get freaky on the percocets She light one I put molly in the moet My lil s** kitten, she my lil pet I was wildin' when I was youngin now I get respect Drop 16 racks on them sliders yeah im getting that vet Me, cars, money, they call that a triple threat I swear all my n***as strugglin yeah they all upset [Verse 1: Cook LaFlare] I got racks too Bad b**hes said she wanna be my lil boo I might flip that b**h on my trip by your crew Ive been on the boat, feel them on the boat In a gorgeous float, in a gorgeous float Im the best of all time, they said i'm the goat Told that lil b**h you thick as f** but we can't elope Floating blue sh** lit my dick up like a canelope Money I got plug money I got club money Bottles of the bubbly Smashin with the docks Rocks in the shoe box Couple AK's Got a few Glocks [Chorus: Cook LaFlare] Money make her p**y wet She said that sh** I smoke is off the fighter jet That lil b**h get freaky on the percocets She light one I put molly in the moet My lil s** kitten, she my lil pet I was wildin' when I was youngin now I get respect Drop 16 racks on them sliders yeah im getting that vet Me, cars, money, they call that a triple threat I swear all my n***as strugglin yeah they all upset [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] All my n***as straight All my n***as hit Bombay when we on the bay All my b**hes get bu*t naked when I say so I ain't go back to Miami till my cash was closed Ooh, true story Used to have a b**h named Tory, but she used to bore me I can't understand why they hate Oh no Where you wanna go? Top floor, top floor, top floor Woah Im about my ching chang, ching chang All my b**hes like designer things, and diamond rings [Chorus: Cook LaFlare] Money make her p**y wet She said that sh** I smoke is off the fighter jet That lil b**h get freaky on the percocets She light one I put molly in the moet My lil s** kitten, she my lil pet I was wildin' when I was youngin now I get respect Drop 16 racks on them sliders yeah im getting that vet Me, cars, money, they call that a triple threat I swear all my n***as strugglin yeah they all upset [Outro]