Airbender Lyrics – Anderson .Paak, Cordae

Read the full Airbender lyrics by Anderson .Paak and Cordae from the album HEAVY IS THE CROWN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Anderson Paak’s music, you can also explore I’m On and You’re Mine, two other songs by Anderson Paak.

[Chorus]
Man, fu*k being broke
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixing up the dough, I’m the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a n!gga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in ’em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of ’em
We brought all the hoes, y’all scaring ’em
Dre said, “No more features,” not clearing ’em

[Verse]
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way?
Sick of all thе bulls*it that the radio play
Tell ’em, “Study a tapе of A.P. ‘n’ ‘Dae”
Ayy, n!gga, fall back, we gon’ lead the way
And we gotta do it big, have a leap of faith
Got the same lawyers as Puff, but I beat the case
My b!tch built like Kim, but I keep the K
Mm, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae”
Sweet lil’ crib on the lake (Uh, uh, uh)
Big bands filling up the safe
I got your b!tch screaming my name
Look, what’s not ethical, I can’t do it
Way more vegetables and less sewage
Bump with the decimal, bump the music
Run with the best, or get left with the losers
Angel with a halo on her head
Said she wanna go crazy, go ahead
Took a couple aejos to the head
Now I’m in the back of the Waymo getting head
Ayy, fu*k being broke, we gon’ fu*k and elope
In the truck or the boat, or we up in the ‘yo
My cup full of dro, bro, trunk full of dope
He got skunk and the coke, what you want? Send the lo’
My young n!gga just came home from a bid

Got his own lil’ kid who ain’t wanting for s*it
My other n!gga finna be home ’bout 6
Don’t condone it a bit, but he owning his s*it

[Chorus]
Man, fu*k being broke
All I wanna do is ball like the Airbender (Woo)
Mixing up the dough, I’m the breadwinner (Goddamn)
And if a n!gga got a problem, then my bro got semi-auto
And I promise that they all got lead in ’em (What?)
What type jeans are those? These rare denim
Keep two Georgia peaches, got a pair of ’em
We brought all the hoes, y’all scaring ’em
Dre said, “No more features,” not clearing ’em