Flight Mode Lyrics

Woah

Flight mode and I pulled up in a black Rolls

That be matte black baby woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac

Amalfi Coast, maybe Rome

Anywhere you want, baby we can go

And I'm way up in the sky, I like being flown

Baby I was getting tired of driving the road yeah

Had to flip it up yeah now we board the plane yeah

Bottles they on ice yeah she forgot her man yeah

Had to flip it up yeah now we board the plane yeah

We gon live it up yeah we gon live it up

Flight mode and I pulled up in a black Rolls

That be matte black baby woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac

Told her keep it low key like my piano yeah (Mozart)

Everywhere we go, you know the cameras go flash

Everywhere you know, yeah we gunna get that cash

And I'm just hoping baby that this thing gon last (Forever)

And I will never stay down, I got a bottle of champagne now

While I'm sitting on the plane, I'm sipping Rothschild

Check the stitching on the plane, we way up now

You know she gon do her thing, I stay up now

She gon give it all to me, I'm paid up now

And we going MIA, we take off now

It's just me I'm with the gang, we going off now

Flight mode and I pulled up in a black Rolls

That be matte black baby woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac

Flight mode and I pulled up in a black Rolls

That be matte black baby woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac woah hoo

Got the PJ on the tarmac

Woah, flight mode