"Freddy Tiffany" lyrics
Starlito & Bandplay Lyrics
Where are you right now? (Home)
FaceTime me, where you at?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard our flight to Nashville, Tennessee
FaceTime me, you don't know where you at?
With nonstop service from Kingston
Bitch, I'ma hurt you
FaceTime me, answer your phone, answer the phone
Our flight time today will be approximately three hours and thirteen minutes
I wish I knew, okay, let me call you right back
Please fasten your seatbelt
Love means you're not lonely, and misery loves company
Hell nah, we not homies if you gotta ask what you done for me
Strip club, left with four bitches
Gave 'em two-hundred-something ones apiece
Then I paid 'em to leave, that other shit, they'd have done for free
Float like a butterfly, brake calipers bumblebee
If I'm goin' to get somethin' to eat
You know what's up under my seat
They sent me a overload, so now I'm back fronting them Ps
In and out the country, but I ain't never seen no tumbleweed
My OGs was pushin' keys
These young nigga punchin' keys
On the run like Forrest
I'm talkin' a whole bunch of trees
Airport, half-sleep
Caught me comin' back from the beach
First-class flights, five-star suites
Having fun with freaks
Fuck you mean?
You playin'
And I'ma do you something, bitch
I don't got to, bitch
I'm finna hurt you
'Cause why you playin'?
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
And you laughing
You sittin' here playin' on me
All I want is money
Fuck the fame, I'm such a simple man
Such a paper hoarder
Patience short as my attention span
Don't like waitin' or takin' orders, had a different plan
Ended up making more, I'm grateful for it
I don't take shit for granted
Ambitious, consistent, and
Willing to take a risk, I managed
It's strict over here, but fuck with me, get all your wishes granted
Just like Aladdin, bitch
Get you everything you ask for
Stamps all in your passport
And it ain't no cash shortage
Them fuck nigga ain't happy for me
Can't pretend like that's important
They living in the past, going out sad
Need to press "Fast Forward"
Two hundred on the dash
Got my stupid ass in traffic court
Trying to get a new plug
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Apple Store
Fuck you mean?
Where are you?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to BNA
The local time is 6:15 p.m.
You won't even keep it real and tell me where the fuck you at
I don't know
Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened
I'ma hurt you
Until the aircraft has come to a complete stop at the gate
Don't worry about it, don't worry about it
And the seatbelt sign has been turned off
I got something for you
When opening overhead bins, please use caution
Yeah, I got something for you, don't worry about it
As items may have shifted during the flight
'Cause you playin'
In 1000 feet, merge onto Interstate 40 West
FaceTime me, where you at?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard our flight to Nashville, Tennessee
FaceTime me, you don't know where you at?
With nonstop service from Kingston
Bitch, I'ma hurt you
FaceTime me, answer your phone, answer the phone
Our flight time today will be approximately three hours and thirteen minutes
I wish I knew, okay, let me call you right back
Please fasten your seatbelt
Love means you're not lonely, and misery loves company
Hell nah, we not homies if you gotta ask what you done for me
Strip club, left with four bitches
Gave 'em two-hundred-something ones apiece
Then I paid 'em to leave, that other shit, they'd have done for free
Float like a butterfly, brake calipers bumblebee
If I'm goin' to get somethin' to eat
You know what's up under my seat
They sent me a overload, so now I'm back fronting them Ps
In and out the country, but I ain't never seen no tumbleweed
My OGs was pushin' keys
These young nigga punchin' keys
On the run like Forrest
I'm talkin' a whole bunch of trees
Airport, half-sleep
Caught me comin' back from the beach
First-class flights, five-star suites
Having fun with freaks
Fuck you mean?
You playin'
And I'ma do you something, bitch
I don't got to, bitch
I'm finna hurt you
'Cause why you playin'?
That's the shit I'm talkin' about
And you laughing
You sittin' here playin' on me
All I want is money
Fuck the fame, I'm such a simple man
Such a paper hoarder
Patience short as my attention span
Don't like waitin' or takin' orders, had a different plan
Ended up making more, I'm grateful for it
I don't take shit for granted
Ambitious, consistent, and
Willing to take a risk, I managed
It's strict over here, but fuck with me, get all your wishes granted
Just like Aladdin, bitch
Get you everything you ask for
Stamps all in your passport
And it ain't no cash shortage
Them fuck nigga ain't happy for me
Can't pretend like that's important
They living in the past, going out sad
Need to press "Fast Forward"
Two hundred on the dash
Got my stupid ass in traffic court
Trying to get a new plug
Ain't talkin' 'bout the Apple Store
Fuck you mean?
Where are you?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to BNA
The local time is 6:15 p.m.
You won't even keep it real and tell me where the fuck you at
I don't know
Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened
I'ma hurt you
Until the aircraft has come to a complete stop at the gate
Don't worry about it, don't worry about it
And the seatbelt sign has been turned off
I got something for you
When opening overhead bins, please use caution
Yeah, I got something for you, don't worry about it
As items may have shifted during the flight
'Cause you playin'
In 1000 feet, merge onto Interstate 40 West
