I get crazy

I mean, you know
It's like when I feel really crazy
I just get my broom and fly away
I go real, real far away
Young Money
That's-that's-that's just what we do
You know, I mean we-we wear straightjackets
And we-we-we-we stay in, you know, padded rooms
And, you know, and we fly away
I just came out of the motherfuckin' old school
Got my Mac Notebook with the Pro Tools
Yeah, bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky
Bad "woof woof," flyer than a Frisbee
So I'm up in Mandalay, eating mangos
Keep a couple pink toes in my sandals
Got some bangles all over my ankles
Such a star, they say I'm a Star Spangle
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner, I am the rap Hannah
Mo-mon-montana
So fix your antenna
I keep three hoes, but don't call me Santa
And
I am flyer then reindeer in the winter (in the winter)