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Private Jet Video (MV)




Performed By: Noodie B
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Tyrian Johnson
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Noodie B - Private Jet Lyrics




We the move nigga
I'm the move nigga
Yeah
Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell

I don't know why they hate niggas to fake
Step on that gas and stay off that brake
Bitch I'm the rawest in the A-State
F*ck ha den duck ha lil bitch we don't go out on dates
They loving the kid cause I'm popular
I'm in that water dripping like tilapia
TOD gang lil bish we the mafia
She made a mess told that lil bitch to mop it up
Weigh up a three five stuff it in a swisha
I'm off in the booth tryna get alil richer
Roll up that dodie just me and my niggas
Tre in the back gettin head from a strippa
I be peeping that shit but don't speak about it
Say you speak on my name we gone see about it
Say you thuggin then you better be about it
I'm too medicated bitch I'm out my body

Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell

Yeah I be off in the streets ain't gettin no sleep
Watch how you talk when you talking to me
My TOD steppas pull up and delete
Tryna run up a bag chasing after cheese
Lil bitch I'm too hot 400 degrees
I'ma get that pack in I'm never gone release
Run it up I'm grinding seven days out the week
I be switching the lanes I'm changing the speed
I need the loaf the bread no bagel
I stay on that grind nigga like a skater
Finessing yo bitch she say I'm a playa
I be off in the stu I just wanna be greater
Know I keep that cake on me they think I'm a baker
Get some brain from that bitch no I won't never save her
I'm doing my thang I'm keeping it real
Running this shit they think that I'm the mayor

Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell
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English

We the move nigga
I'm the move nigga
Yeah
Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell

I don't know why they hate niggas to fake
Step on that gas and stay off that brake
Bitch I'm the rawest in the A-State
F*ck ha den duck ha lil bitch we don't go out on dates
They loving the kid cause I'm popular
I'm in that water dripping like tilapia
TOD gang lil bish we the mafia
She made a mess told that lil bitch to mop it up
Weigh up a three five stuff it in a swisha
I'm off in the booth tryna get alil richer
Roll up that dodie just me and my niggas
Tre in the back gettin head from a strippa
I be peeping that shit but don't speak about it
Say you speak on my name we gone see about it
Say you thuggin then you better be about it
I'm too medicated bitch I'm out my body

Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell

Yeah I be off in the streets ain't gettin no sleep
Watch how you talk when you talking to me
My TOD steppas pull up and delete
Tryna run up a bag chasing after cheese
Lil bitch I'm too hot 400 degrees
I'ma get that pack in I'm never gone release
Run it up I'm grinding seven days out the week
I be switching the lanes I'm changing the speed
I need the loaf the bread no bagel
I stay on that grind nigga like a skater
Finessing yo bitch she say I'm a playa
I be off in the stu I just wanna be greater
Know I keep that cake on me they think I'm a baker
Get some brain from that bitch no I won't never save her
I'm doing my thang I'm keeping it real
Running this shit they think that I'm the mayor

Sippin lean out the bottle
I wanna step in Balenciagas
I just might blow a bag on a model
I want the hunnids the fifties the dollas
She gave me brain that lil bitch a scholar
I be doing my thang I'm solving these problems
Run up a bag do it for my partner
I be off in the trap with the racks and I'm popping my collar
Moon walking I be high
In the trap residue on my fingernails
Diamonds on me they water no wishing well
I got caught in that jam and I didn't tell
Mama cried then she came made the bail
Looked her dead in her eyes told her I won't fail
Run up on gang and you taking a L
Up with the heater send um straight to hell
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Writer: Tyrian Johnson
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