PRIVJET

Priv-jet, priv-jet, hop on the priv-jet She go "Where we goin'?" I

go "Baby, we ain't there yet" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, wheels up, no sweat She don't know my government name but

she already said "yes" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, sky high, no net She go "I don't even know you"

— I go "Best you'll ever get" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, leather on the set I ain't even buy her dinner but

she already undressed— *mentally*

Walk up, FBO, she in a sun-dress,

lookin' *lost* I go "Hey,

you lookin' for a ride?" she go "What's the cost?" I point,

she gasp, she go "Wait— *that's* the jet?" I go "Yeah,

and the Dom Pérignon ain't even popped yet" She go "You always

do this?" I go "Nah,

you're the *first*" She go "You always say that?" I go "Baby,

could be *worse*" I open up the door,

she step, she look,

she *freeze* I go "Buckle up,

sweet thing— I don't fly for *free*" She go "I'm not that

type of girl" I go "Mm,

you *are* though" She go "You're so annoying" I go "Yeah,

but I got the *car show*- Park outside,

Bombardier, paint job *cream* She whisper "Oh my God" I go "Welcome

to the *team*"

*(half-sung, bouncy, teasing)*

She say "I don't usually do this"

I say "Neither do I,

I'm just *ruthless*" She say "This is kinda crazy" I say

"Crazier than *you*, babe?"

Priv-jet, priv-jet, hop on the priv-jet She go "Where we goin'?" I

go "Baby, we ain't there yet" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, wheels up, no sweat She don't know my government name but

she already said "yes"

Wheels up, she grip,

she go "Oh my God,

it's *high*"

I go "Relax, pour a glass,

watch the clouds go *by*" She go "You got Wi-Fi?" I go

"Yeah, but you won't *need* it" She go "Why?" I go "'Cause

I'm the only screen worth *seein'*" She take a pic,

she post, she tag,

she look at *me*

I go "Delete that,

baby, I don't do the *publicity*"

She go "You're so shady"

I go "I prefer *exclusive*"

She roll her eyes,

she smile, she go "You're so *abusive*" I go "Abusive?

Nah, I'm *selective*" She go "You're insufferable" I go "Yeah,

but *effective*" She steal my hoodie,

take a nap, look *peaceful* I text my boy: *"She's asleep.

I might keep her.

Might."* *(half-time, whispered, sub-bass only)* *(She mumble,

half-asleep...)* "…where are we landing?"

"Wherever you want, I got the whole sky in my budget" "…you're

so full of it"

"Yeah, but the leather's Italian,

baby, go back to sleep"

Priv-jet, priv-jet, hop on the priv-jet She go "Where we goin'?" I

go "Baby, we ain't there yet" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, wheels up, no sweat She don't know my government name but

she already said "yes" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, sky high, no net She go "I don't even know you"

— I go "Best you'll ever get" Priv-jet,

priv-jet, leather on the set I ain't even buy her dinner but

she already undressed—

*mentally* *(Priv-jet, priv-jet…)*

*(She still don't know my name…)* *(...but she got the window seat.)*

*(Sound of a champagne cork pop)* "…I'll pick her up Thursday.

Or Friday. Whichever she don't expect."