Airborn Songtext
von Bobby Creekwater

I be gettin′ to this money, you can check that
I be gettin' to this money, no sit back
This a done deal, when I pull up, I′m in real form
I can pop a band, make this money go airborne

Ayy, now it's cool, I'm mind-framed
Fuckin′ what you expect
Went from scrapin′ change out of the couch to cashin' checks
And pushin′ buckets like, fuck it, I never rocked on wheels

Now it's donatin′ some quarters to my paralytized pills
Jet-sized as bigs, my vision forever clear
I'm in places that you claim to be, but never here, never feel
Man replies to all-time returns, I was born for this shit

And failure′s not my concern, most niggas dead
Weight, I gotta get 'em up off
Cause all I ever had for 'em was a prayer and a cost
Now bad bitches swap digits for the dick and it cost
And I just shake ′em up, shake ′em up, shake 'em and toss ′em


I be gettin' to this money, you can check that
I be gettin′ to this money, no sit back
This a done deal, when I pull up, I'm in real form
I can pop a band, make this money go airborne

I be gettin′ to this money, you can check that
I be gettin' to this money, no sit back
This a done deal, when I pull up, I'm in real form
I can pop a band, make this money go airborne

Money holds clothes, this is my agenda
Pretty women call me off and broke niggas call me Mr. Render
Coffee black nigga, no splendor

Ain′t shit sweet, but your girl gon′ cream when she get her
Taste of my flavor, I hit her with the biz marquee
And the pretty brown bitch caught the vapor
I just want some FaceTime, not the baby maker

I'm peace on the pussy like, As-salamu alaykum
Wa-laykum as-salam, right after she made me cum
I thank her for the tongue, hold her teeth, extra gum
She got my autofill, didn′t spill from the lips
So I paid her no attention, gave her Gucci as a tip


I be gettin' to this money, you can check that
I be gettin′ to this money, no sit back
This a done deal, when I pull up, I'm in real form
I can pop a band, make this money go airborne

I be gettin′ to this money, you can check that
I be gettin' to this money, no sit back
This a done deal, when I pull up, I'm in real form
I can pop a band, make this money go airborne

I′ma take the shit over, not a threat
That′s a promise, I can eye your vein from here
Kill your career in my pajamas

Most of you niggas suck ass
Pardon, I'm just bein′ honest
I can black tee it like Jesus, I can shirt and tie like Dennis
I can spaz at Kranz, at Tekka, at Ali

Stomp your ass in some J's, watch it in some valleys
I′m a project nigga, I ain't come up in the valley
Make music for your Aunt Jane, Tom, Dick, and Sally
I alone am on my throne, I alone am in my zone

And I don′t need what's in that pipe or in that blunt or in that bone
And I don't roam cause I dictate, and I don′t bait cause I get cake
I got about 4 or 5 hoes on the way, when they get here, then I get raped
I got about 89 people, I′ma put money in the bank for when I get straight

And I show love for a whole bunch of motherfuckers around this city, but I get hate
As far as them beats, I got them records, I get them by the crate
And then I chop, and I say every little motherfuckin' thing on my mind off top
And then I start, and then I start cause I′m so hard and I'm so great

Oh my God, and anybody out there that don′t really believe in my craft
Can suck their water, suck A-Rod or Derek Jeter
I don't give a fuck, get off my nuts
You got a little money, little nigga, so what?

You playin′ by the rules, I ain't got no guts
And your little broad ain't got no butt
And she don′t really count cause she′s a slut
And every little nigga with a little bit of ice done hit that hoe

Hockey puck, man, I give up
And y'all niggas ain′t learn shit by now that you ain't gon′ learn
It ain't your time, it ain′t your time, it ain't your will, it ain't your turn
Your turn, your turn, your turn, your turn