Pos:   Yo yo excuse me   I heard the word from word of mouth   That you were into booking flights   My travel agent took a trip up north   And I need to book a flight tonight   I enjoyed a getting away from day   To day stress so I need to leave   Soon. (If that's a case, I have no space   But for later I'd be sore to (leave?))   Nah, nah, that's not gonna do, I know that you   Can find another flight leavin the same   Time. I need to get aboard. I can't afford   Any penalties to sit in the main cabin   (yo, that didn't rhyme) It doesn't matter (What does? The money.   Show the cash and the ticket is yours)   Cool. Here's your green. Now I'm up outta the scene   But I'll be back to purchase some more   Jewels.      Chorus:   (I like it) More than you know it   (I like it) More than you know it   (do you want me baby) I want some mo'!   (do you want me sugar) I want some mo'!   (I like it) (I like it!)   (I like it) (I love it!)      Pos:   Now I'm comin down outta the clouds   And I'm runnin into turbulence   Need to get up, up higher again   Feelin like my soul's on fire again   Don't need to bail for safety, show me where the safe be   So I can take me another trip   To the agency, cause the travel unravel my woes   But now the craving grows   So, I need to get a ticket cause man, oh I,   Need to get aboard a plane again   Some, say I'll crash, but It's my life and cash   Gonna write it out until the end   Numb, to the lift of the whiff, (grow?), when I vacate frequently   And I got, frequent flyer when I retire to death   Tell 'em that the big C sent me   And a lot, of brothers man. I'm not the only brother   At the airport, needin a lift   Off. Was a agent til I was caught and brought   To an unfair court, pleadin the fifth   Soft, ground I prefer upon the mound   When I pinched a rock for a fee   Now others say standin at the bat isn't where it's at   But takin hits is where I'd rather be      Chorus      Dove:   Now I bagged this chick but she got me wide   Made me lose my friends and my pride   Had me cashing my checks for her   Lost all my self-respect for her   When I was broke she'd go solicit other guys   And if we made love you could see it in my eyes   My fantasy was one day to be a millionaire   So I could reassure that my baby girl was there   I could feel her love, son, I taste it in her lips   Mentally she was a trip, had a nigga whipped   A lot of other cats got strung out in the past   But I'ma get the love last, then I make a dash   That's what I thought but Miss Thing was too appealing   When I had no dough for her, she had a nigga stealing   (Hands hot) Now I'm incarcerated, honey ain't around   Into withdrawl from her, while I'm locked down   Two years down I hear she's still a thick dime   Controllin niggas pockets and even ladies' minds   (Here she come) ? with a temptin proposition   (Approaching me) But when she said "Hi" I had to listen   I'm sweatin beans cause I know I'm gonna bait her   Better do it now cause you're bound to do it later   I can't refuse her, my denial's a wish   Fell into her arm when I gave her a kiss   Cause I like it      Chorus