Flight Attendant

Uh young Money Cash Money
Fly Society curren$y the Hot Spitta
What up Cannon! Yup, right, that's right

Sitting in the first class cabin
Of the airplane with my iPod blasting
The captain instructs us to
Prepare for landing
Flight attendant walks up politely asking me
To cut off the music and raise my seat
To the upright position where
It's 'sposed to be
To make sure I don't receive any injuries
When the wheels touched down
The tire screeched
Then she looked at my face and
Said "Naw it can't be"
"Haven't I seen you on TV?"
"Or heard you in music with Weezy Wee?"
I said yes you did, baby I'm that kid
Got an arc shaped driveway at my crib
'Cause when it comes to the whips
I got more than six
Flying one after another like look at my shit
But now I better quit
'cause that's not important
You working on this plane
What you doing when you get off it
'Cause now you in New Orleans where
You are just a tourist
I'll bring you through my city and
I promise you'll enjoy it

Yeah, yeah that's that Spitta shit
You know fly Society
Tell them niggas don't bother me