Get Away Songtext
von The Internet

Now she wanna fuck with me (fuck with me)
Live a life of luxury, models in my money trees
Such beautiful company
Fuck a nine-to-five, I′m seeing dollar signs
But I'm still driving around in my old whip
Still living at home, got issues with my old chick
She blowin′ up my phone hot
Talkin 'bout some old shit
Like, "Who's this, who′s that?"
Could be worse, so to calm her nerves
I just tell her

Roll up an L and light it, let′s go to space
Be my co, I'll be the pilot, let′s get away
Let's get away, let′s get away
Let's get away, baby, let′s get away


If money doesn't fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And rest assured, I got it babe

Working for the finer things (finer things)
Getting in all kind of ways, pennies all in my champagne
Every day we celebrate (celebrate)
Fuck your little funds, a million ain't enough
But I′m still driving around in my old whip, still living at home
Got issues with my new chick, she blowin′ up my phone hot
Now all I hear is womp womp, womp womp (womp womp)
But it could be worse, girl, calm your nerves I want you to

Roll up an L and light it, let's go to space
Be my co, I′ll be the pilot, let's get away
Let′s get away, let's get away
Let′s get away, baby, let's get away

Money doesn't fall from trees
Maybe we can make believe today
All I need is company
And the rest is yours, I promise, babe
If money don′t-

B 31 through 60, B 31 through 60, welcome on aboard