Rod Wave - Passport Junkie lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - Passport Junkie lyrics]
I'm tryna spit that real shit every time, that shit
Just tryna keep it all the way up, thurl (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Bahamas light work
Turks might work, might work
I told her, "You would love to party," yeah (Turn me up, Fivee)
This shit here just gettin' started
Damn
Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls
Turn into bad bitches, look, look
Ain't no more holdin' her hand, it's time to expand
She wanna get on the 'Gram and take pics in the sand
She tryna work on her tan, you ever been to Thailand?
We ain't gotta pack no clothes, we can shop when we land
You want bad-bitch views? What you willin' to do?
She can't come to your room unless it's in Tulum
You ain't rеady for her, I think you should slow your roll
Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no
Shе's a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy
Yeah, he met her on Sunday, was in the airport by Monday
If you really gettin' money, take that girl out the country
She like niggas that's fun, they takin' shots, gettin' blunted
I'll do whatever for your love, it ain't no leavin' me
Spend a million in a month, who gon' compete with me?
I might take her to Paris, fly out her whole family
He rented a yacht and took her to Miami
Listen, listen, listen, I love Miami
But she don't wanna go no more
She don't wanna go no more
'Cause it's not the same
Times change
Oh, how the times change
She don't wanna go no more
She don't wanna go no more
She a passport junkie
Takin' trips out the country
Takin' trips out the country
Oh, how the times change
'Cause it's not the same
Oh, how the times change (Ayy, listen)
She don't wanna go no more (If you ain't got no bag, you can't even bag her, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
She don't wanna go no more (Oh, youngin)
I'll never forget it, man
Two-hundred-dollar hotel rooms and shit, used to be the shit
No, sir, hahahaha
Oh, how the times change
If you ain't got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man
You ain't got no paper, man, focus on yourself, man
Just tryna keep it all the way up, thurl (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Bahamas light work
Turks might work, might work
I told her, "You would love to party," yeah (Turn me up, Fivee)
This shit here just gettin' started
Damn
Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls
Turn into bad bitches, look, look
Ain't no more holdin' her hand, it's time to expand
She wanna get on the 'Gram and take pics in the sand
She tryna work on her tan, you ever been to Thailand?
We ain't gotta pack no clothes, we can shop when we land
You want bad-bitch views? What you willin' to do?
She can't come to your room unless it's in Tulum
You ain't rеady for her, I think you should slow your roll
Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no
Shе's a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy
Yeah, he met her on Sunday, was in the airport by Monday
If you really gettin' money, take that girl out the country
She like niggas that's fun, they takin' shots, gettin' blunted
I'll do whatever for your love, it ain't no leavin' me
Spend a million in a month, who gon' compete with me?
I might take her to Paris, fly out her whole family
He rented a yacht and took her to Miami
Listen, listen, listen, I love Miami
But she don't wanna go no more
She don't wanna go no more
'Cause it's not the same
Times change
Oh, how the times change
She don't wanna go no more
She don't wanna go no more
She a passport junkie
Takin' trips out the country
Takin' trips out the country
Oh, how the times change
'Cause it's not the same
Oh, how the times change (Ayy, listen)
She don't wanna go no more (If you ain't got no bag, you can't even bag her, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
She don't wanna go no more (Oh, youngin)
I'll never forget it, man
Two-hundred-dollar hotel rooms and shit, used to be the shit
No, sir, hahahaha
Oh, how the times change
If you ain't got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man
You ain't got no paper, man, focus on yourself, man
