Lyrics Let It Fly - Meek Mill, Jim Jones, Maino

Let It Fly

Now that I’m world tourin, cars foreign
Wrist in the air I’m Audemarin
Champagne glass, drinks pourin
Party hard, 'til the mornin
Brooklyn boy, get southern love
Shake your ass, show me love
Got me open I’m throwin dubs
Raise your glass come fuck with us (MAINO!)
I’m 'bout my business steady drinkin I just let it fly
Like it’s wings on my dollars I just let 'em fly
Hands in the air oh yeah come on and let it fly
Let’s go let’s let it fly, get ready let it fly
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!) Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!) Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Fist full of dollars in the air baby let it fly
Sparkles on top of bottles hold 'em up and let it fly
Hands in the air oh yeah come on and let it fly
Let’s go let’s let it fly, get ready let it fly
Now now I’m all bout my business my business is so tremendous
Spend weekedns with different women I’m livin just for the minute
You holdin hold my attention the way you turnin and twistin
Your body in those positions you got me prepared for trickin
Come on!
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!)
Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!) Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!) (ROSCOE!)
Now we party hard, extra cake, I throw it up and watch it elevate
And rain rain on plain Jane and them lame niggas that love to hate
We got dough, we make bread, they reachin out like they ain’t fair
The way these white guys dance around, you would have thought they ain’t dead
But now we ain’t for trainin they flyin out, they got these ladies tryin to
scout
Like it’s playoff time, and in our time, left on the clock with a tied score
I’m Van Chancellor, approachin to her, with some alcohol and some slow music
And to think it all started with a smile and a wink and of course we inside
drink
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!)
Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
(NOW LET ME SEE YOUR!)
Hands in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Ballin in herrrrrrre!
(Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)
Drinks in the airrrrrrr!
(Let it fly! Let it fly! Let-Let-Let-Let it fly!)