Rod Wave Passport Junkie

Bahamas might work Turks might work I could tell you love to party (T-t-turn me up, Five) She say I'm just getting started Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls Turn into bad bitches 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 ready for her, I think you should slow your roll Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no (No, no) She's a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy Yеah, he met her on Sunday, was in thе airport by Monday If you really gettin' money, take that girl out the country She like niggas that's fun, 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 changed Oh, how the times change She don't wanna go no more She don't wanna go no more She's 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) Out her gettin' it man, two-hundred dollar hotel rooms and shit, used to be the shit, no sir Oh, how the times change If you ain't got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man If you ain't got no people, man, focus on yourself, man