Yeah, ay Yeah Uh yeah Okay, uh, alright ay Flowin' angels, duckin' from danger I feel like the blue power ranger Steppin' on fur whenever I wake up Drink so much, no I'm throwin' my steak up Valentino used to be Marc Jacobs I'm flexin' like it's a disease I'm flexin', I do it with ease Can't you see Yeezy boots on my feet? And I still keep my ear to the streets Hold on, I think someone following me And the devil, he lurkin' on me But the Lord on my team, he cannot succeed Wait, chauffeur by the gate, ay Doors open at seven But you show up at eight, damn And we gettin' there late First class, flight 637 (uh, yeah) Flowin' through heaven, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Ay, here you go, a gift from me She open up, Patek Phillipe We so far from Christmas baby But you shine like a Christmas tree I don't want you to ever leave I don't want you to ever leave I don't like when the camera's on me Had enough of these meet and greets She want me to take her to Greece But I'm too busy counting the green Yeah, my gang doin' numbers like Greece Help the team, but I don't got a lease And you comin' up short like a priest Got lil' shawty a diamond ring Now she's so cold, need a fleece My shawty got baby teeth (yeah) First class flight 637 (uh, yeah) Flowin' through heaven, with a flow from heaven Yeah, yeah, yeah She said you so special baby, ay Give her my car, she went crazy, ay I hit the bank, look at my money I got a bunch like the Brady's, ay I'm throwing it long like I'm Brady, ay My shawty far from basic Shawty oriental, Spanish and caucasian Pull up, we flexin' on every occasion Look, don't be mad at me 'Cause your shawty chose Look, nothin' was handed to me Got here on my own Party dirty like way down south Can't step out got too much clout, bow wow Make it bounce, bounce, bounce Made six figures sittin' on the couch, ay First class, flight 637 (yeah) Flowin' through heaven, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah Flight 637 Flowin' through heaven, yeah, yeah Flight 637 Flowin' through heaven yeah, uh, yeah