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[Intro] I wanna dedicate this song to that special chick (Did you hear that?) Trippy chick… [Hook: Justin Timberlake] [Verse 1: Juicy J] Hey baby let’s fly away to a [?] place So far away we get high and feel that we out of space She keep looking back at it, we keep grinding like [?] All she want is this pipe, I turn her into a crack addict Ain’t nothing that a nigga can’t afford Louie, Gucci or Chanel, I’ll buy the store You and me on a new beach, sippin’ champagne Making love on a island resort No need to pack luggage, hope on the jet like “fuck it” I got everything you want and you need, I guarantee you’ll love it She the baddest woman you ever seen, she belong with King Magazine You might seen her on a movie screen, she’s so dope now I’m her fiend Just thinking about her I don’t need a buzz We party hard, we don’t need a club Bring your passport we’re making love in Persia on a Persian rug [Hook] Letras de canciones[Verse 2: Juicy J] I got a Rolls-Royce baby that’s yours I got a private jet baby that’s yours I’m balling baby, what’s mine is yours You can have all that and even more I got a black card, go on a shopping spree I buy you so much ice, girl you can ski Your old man tryna lock you down Come with Juicy J and you’ll be free She got her own, she independent We at the lake, she skinny dipping In the hotel we wake the neighbors They knocking like Jehovah’s Witnesses Girl we can kick [?] karate [?] Back to my suit, ten grand a night Just me and you, it’s a private party She’s sent from heaven, mayne She needs wings on her I might have to put a ring on her [?] [Hook] From Letras Mania