[Intro: captain]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking

The main cabin doors are closed for departure

Seats back and tray tables up

Hope you enjoy your flight

And if you’re afraid to fly, tough shit

Time to get these wheels and this money up

[Verse 1: Anthony Danza]

Another dollar, another day

Ain’t shit changed, tryna dial up another play

Hold heat like the mayor, in the tux like a playa

Jake One told me

“Sometimes, you just gotta let the yop spray”

To the mufuckin’ opp’s way

‘til “it’s a wrap,” like that motherfucka D.O.C say

On me, on mine, on G-o-d

“It’s westside,” like that motherfucka Pac say

[Chorus (?)]

It’s your life, catch your flight, baby

Pack your bags, get your bag, baby

Up all night, push that height, baby

Push that gas, get your cash, baby

[Verse 2: Anthony Danza]

This is what it sounds like

Young niggas gettin’ rich, pullin’ up with the pounds like

Pullin’ up with the rounds like

Clippin’ up, whippin’ up on the town like

Drove off the lot in a new whip

Moon-walked on a new brick

Ran through a block of that cool whip

Hit my man with a few zips

Floatin’ through the water like a cruise ship

Smokin’ on Jamaica, I’m Sean Paul

Just gimme the light, my lil niggas is on call

Racks like a pool hall, sticks like a pool hall

Pack it up quick, make a trip like a UHaul

Movin’ through the hall with them nicks and dimes, tryna hold on

Quarters, halves, get your whole on

It’s big bread at the table, everybody get your roll on

[Chorus (?)]

It’s your life, catch your flight, baby

Pack your bags, get your bag, baby

Up all night, push that height, baby

Push that gas, get your cash, baby

[Hook: Anthony Danza]

Yeah

Wheels up, airplane-mode, get your motherfuckin’ wheels up

Wheels up, all my hustlers, get your hunid-dollar bills up

Wheels up, airplane-mode, get your motherfuckin’ wheels up

Wheels up, all my hustlers, get your hunid-dollar bills up

Wheels up, airplane-mode, get your motherfuckin’ wheels up

Wheels up, all my hustlers, get your motherfuckin’ bills up

Wheels up, airplane-mode, get your motherfuckin’ wheels up

Wheels up, all my real go-getters, get your hunid-dollars bills up

[Chorus (?)]

It’s your life, catch your flight, baby

Pack your bags, get your bag, baby

Up all night, push that height, baby

Push that gas, get your cash, baby

[Outro: flight attendant]

The captain just notified me that we’ll be landing shortly

So, please return your seats to the upright position

And please keep your phones in airplane-mode

Because the wheels are still up

Once we land, feel free to hit the ground running

And go find a bag

Local time is “get off your ass”

And the weather is “a cool...figure this shit out”

If you don’t work, then you don’t eat

Thanks for flying with us, until next time