Lyrics:

(intro)
Hey, dont trip... bitch
Matter fact i got somethin you can trip on
Gonna need your expensive luggage for this one

(Hook)
I might be with my girl
But you can bring your girls too
Now we can do all the kinky things you
Think you aint supposed to
I'll take you out this world
And we can get commercial
See ima need privacy its obvious you aint learn
So, i'll teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly

Verse

And she dug my chain
Love my swag i does my thang
Love my slang, talk just like me
Say she proud to be taylor gang (taylor gang?)

Man im paid
Tell the waitress bring more champagne
I done made what you tryin to get
And my style is sick cause im taylor made

Got no time to waste, see its like were in a race
All the bitches in this club would die to take your place
They call me mr space, and i can let you taste
But you been on the ground for so long

(Hook)
I might be with my girl
But you can bring your girls too
Now we can do all the kinky things you
Think you aint supposed to
I'll take you out this world
And we can get commercial
See ima need privacy its obvious you aint learn
So, i'll teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly
I can teach you to fly