N.A.S.A. Luh Kel

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I'm flying and it's kinda like NASA
I vibe outer space and I chill with the martians
Yeah, we do a lot, if you is a opp, you mess wrong, get left in a coffin
Double Cs, double Gs, that's how we walk through the party
I started on offer, I pull up and ought till my young nigga gon' leave in a 'Rari
It only take one call
If I leave you, I give you my all
Been on top i don't know how to fall
LV on my coat and my wrist Audemars
I'm flying and it's kinda like NASA
I vibe outerspace and I chill with the martians
I'm flying and it's kinda like NASA
I vibe outerspace and I chill with the martians

[Verse]
Your nigga, he mad I got racks and my wrist on baguettes
Keep on calling my phone but I'm busy
Hop on the jet then I fly to the stars and the moon
She can feel my shit through my Amiris
If she gon' fuck with the gang, okay, okay, okay
She can hop in the Benz
But a lot come with the gang
Ain't safe, you can chill for the day, after that bring a friend
What you see when it's baby between me and you gotta keep that shit all on the low
Dior on my bucket, LV on my coat, but got Gucci all down on my toes
Pull up to the crib 3AM, I could lick on you, baby, you already know
And you wet like the ocean, keep rocking and rocking and rocking and rocking the boat