Dom Corleo - Sky Harbor lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Sky Harbor lyrics]
I'm at the PHX, goin' in
'boutta board another flight to New York
Sell out another show, another win
'boutta put the whole gang on tour
I'm twinnin' 'em up, I need an award
I'm gon' put the whole team highest floor
You know, where I'm at, forty-fourth floor
Tryna get to me, forty-four doors, yeah
Oh, they all wanna talk? Tell
'em up the score (Tell 'em up the score)
I don't got time to be talkin' the bullshit
(yeah) lames tell me I be poor, yeah
I don't got time to be switchin'
Back and forth from lanes, bitch
I'm in the Porsche
(Bitch, I'm in the Porsche)
And they be sayin' I sound
Like a couple names, I ain't goin' for it
I tell 'em, "Fuck that
I'm goin' forward 'cause it took a
Minute to get where I'm at" (Yes)
I ain't have shit, I was getting dumb
Now I make her suck on my dick in the back
(Yes) I ain't have shit way back then
They was tryna play around with my cap
(yeah, yeah)
I turned to a superstar, no cap (No cap)
And yes, I'm a big baller, that's facts
(Oh, yeah) owe it to myself, I don't need
Nobody sittin' in the coach
Clear the whole jet
I was on the small plane, but
I wanted way bigger, fuck it
Took the whole jet
I was just a lil' kid with a
Big dream tryna make it work out, for real
I turned to a big kid on the big stage, Mama
What you know about that?
(What you know about that?)
I'm at the PHX, goin' in
'boutta board another flight to New York
Sell out another show, another win
'boutta put the whole gang on tour
I'm twinnin' 'em up, I need an award
I'm gon' put the whole team highest floor
You know, where I'm at, forty-fourth floor
Tryna get to me, forty-four doors, yeah
'boutta board another flight to New York
Sell out another show, another win
'boutta put the whole gang on tour
I'm twinnin' 'em up, I need an award
I'm gon' put the whole team highest floor
You know, where I'm at, forty-fourth floor
Tryna get to me, forty-four doors, yeah
Oh, they all wanna talk? Tell
'em up the score (Tell 'em up the score)
I don't got time to be talkin' the bullshit
(yeah) lames tell me I be poor, yeah
I don't got time to be switchin'
Back and forth from lanes, bitch
I'm in the Porsche
(Bitch, I'm in the Porsche)
And they be sayin' I sound
Like a couple names, I ain't goin' for it
I tell 'em, "Fuck that
I'm goin' forward 'cause it took a
Minute to get where I'm at" (Yes)
I ain't have shit, I was getting dumb
Now I make her suck on my dick in the back
(Yes) I ain't have shit way back then
They was tryna play around with my cap
(yeah, yeah)
I turned to a superstar, no cap (No cap)
And yes, I'm a big baller, that's facts
(Oh, yeah) owe it to myself, I don't need
Nobody sittin' in the coach
Clear the whole jet
I was on the small plane, but
I wanted way bigger, fuck it
Took the whole jet
I was just a lil' kid with a
Big dream tryna make it work out, for real
I turned to a big kid on the big stage, Mama
What you know about that?
(What you know about that?)
I'm at the PHX, goin' in
'boutta board another flight to New York
Sell out another show, another win
'boutta put the whole gang on tour
I'm twinnin' 'em up, I need an award
I'm gon' put the whole team highest floor
You know, where I'm at, forty-fourth floor
Tryna get to me, forty-four doors, yeah