#JetsGo lyrics - Curren$y
Yea. yea..yea
Ain't nothing... to the next life
Fool ain't nothing changed
Roll something up mama
We fucked up
Make sure of it
Uhh, never will it stop
Crate motors with triple digit blocks
You wanna race I'll leave you by a couple blocks
Blow the doors off, break the mothafuckin' locks
Nigga you know my steez
Spitta Andretti, pedal foot heavy, you know I Speed
Minus the bus and Keanu Reeves
Twistin them FernGully trees, Bitch breathe
Your man smokin good, I'm smoking great
T-H-C, Tony the Tiger certified these flakes
Murcielago green, just scored that Ferrari
But I still got them Lamborghini dreams
Confetti fall from the ceiling to the floor
The Jets step through the door
Issue them awards
Your hoes hot for me type, tissue to their draws
You mad upset, Me and your girl just up on the set
Playin Black Ops, let her drive my Chevy-Box to the corner store
Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew
Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps
Love don't fuck my rims up
Maybe we'll stick with you, put you on the team official
But Jet Misses never tell a Jet business
That's how we do it big enough for us to live in it
Them other fools playing wit it, blind rhyming saying they did it
Shame on them niggas, you can come through the set
But never bring em withcha
Yea though, the Vet flow, Best smoke
Collecting dough, adhering to the Jet Code
And the Trill know the Jets cold, Jets dope
Snatch your bitches, bring em everywhere you can't go
Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Nigga, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Bitch, Yea Doe pound sign #JetsGO
Collecting dough, adhering to the Jet Code
Now I just wanna fuck mad bitches, for all the days I never
On second thought, I always had em though
But now they look better, and quicker to be down for whatever
Like me, her and her homegirl together
Changing the weather, by chop of the Cessna propellers
We landed on the water, the game that I taught her
Got her showing me the Louie that these duck niggas bought her
Its a game to us, we just hang and fuck
While she swipe your credit cards on dispensary pot jars
I'm laid up, calling the front desk, tell them to send the maid up
While we play the terrace and blaze up
These detailed lyrics is far to intricate to be made up
Not pimping, what you gave her
Was an inch, she took her foot and kicked you in the ass with it
The famous story of Mike Tyson and Robbin Givens
The biggest niggas get beat senseless by little women
Look at Sam Rothstein, he gave his whole world to Ginger
Even these bosses be slippin, I catch that
Try to be more flawless wit it, calculated king of the city
Christopher Walken wit it, I admire his Empire, as did Biggie
Machine Gun Funk, out of the Bowls
Bubba Kush & Hindu Skunk previously rolled
You know the game chump, your chick chose
Better luck next time Captain Save a
Jets, Drugs, and Paper
Sex, Sport Cars and Vacations
...eauh
Still lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy)
[Curren$y:]
Homie come up outta this
Ask yo girl who she rep she say 'yeah'
About to land jets on some suckers houses
Homie come up outta that side shit
You call your girl crib
In the background she bumping my shit
You mad I'm at the crib cutting open vacuum bags
Pouring some of that potent
For the true smoking shit my homie had
Last time I was in Cali told him he had to send me that
Ship it to the city, so I could bend some corners
With lil mama, tell her hit
Some of this sticky with me
Just being around me make her slippery
Sexy pajamas when she visit me
Her friends fall through, with all of that
Over talking, baller stalking, searchin for eye contact
So they could double back and ask G
When I have some time free, but honestly
Building this empire taking a lot of me
It will be worth it though, shit good right now you find my lighter
And my grinder it'll be perfect ho
And it's still, and it's still jets at yo motherfuckin
[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
As I stand here, g'd up from the feet up
Paper on my mind, my chick scrolling that weed up
Baby smoke it up, I ain't tripping I just reupped
She thought real niggas was dead I made her a believer
Now see us, we a different breed
Come planted from a different seed
Since young bred to keep it M.O.B
My life is like a movie but I'm living out the scenes
I'm pulling acts for the racks I'm all about the cream
By any means I hustle and scheme to fulfill my dreams
Of better living, fatter pockets, prettier women
Super sticky weed I'm puffing layed up in the villa
South beach suite metropole smoking and chilling
Waiting on my bitch to come through with some more killer
Hit her with the D now she in love with the villain
But my mind focus on writing raps and chopping spinach
Can I get a witness to this g shit that I'm spitting
At will, it's still, it's still, jets at yo motherfuckin
Already
[Young Roddy:]
Ok, girl, where shall I begin?
I told her about my lifestyle she said I'm all in
She say most niggas change you ain't nothing like them
So I got her high as hell, I'm talking above the rim
But I never cared, mama blow it in the wind
Ain't too much changed since back then
But now I got a couple different ways to make my ends
They wouldn't last a minute if they'd live where I live
They couldn't walk a mile in these jordans number 10's
And I got that shit off like thank you come again
Such a scary risk but that risk got me rich
So need what my cash for that's word to money mitch
I swear im bound to break that bed when I get it in
Haters know the set that I rep to the end
It's crazy I keep hearing voices in my ear, telling me to get paid
My reply bet I will and it's still, it's still
She Don't Want A Man lyrics - Curren$y
Yeah, she was a little red Corvette
Fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
This particular evening she wanted to ride Jets
Even though I know shorty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucka like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and Ciroc sips
Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don't fuck her, just buy her anything, tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners
Fill the void inside her cause she weren't fucking with a rider
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti
This is New Jet City, most bitches ain't ready
But shorty ain't tripping, she was living already
My fuck game impressive, so she come back steady
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Can't get too far, I mean this is a married bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad by feeling so good, by giving me the ass
'Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything
To get it off her chest but she don't want see him mad
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
She got dressed and left in a flash, but she saying she be back
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
Couple days roll by
Shorty calling asking if I have time
To put a couple in the air, I was like yeah
We could fly more then a pair, there's plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway, she bossed her way back
She don't crawl her way, her body designer, frame Cartier
Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
Her man asking her what's wrong
She don't know what to say but she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we've made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
One Life lyrics - Curren$y
Well, in these times, well at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like
That's why I put the flow in a cocoon
Transform it into something new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard, it'll be November when you hear em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seeing 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversating with killers
I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches
Or on planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all men here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryna write somethin'
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
Right quick, hit a quick right
In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'
Pull him to the side, get him right, I'm getting high
Tryna keep my profile low
Hoes digging after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
I'm finna roll, babygirl, you playin'
Fourteen inch Dana Danes with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Or the Regal with the Vogues and the mayonnaise mustard tires
My Mob bitch like
'Who them new niggas?' She don't trust them guys
Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous and it's live
One life we live, highed up
Everybody wishing they was us
It's easy to see
I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds
And the million dollar plan
You See It lyrics - Curren$y
Poolside, too high with three bitches for four nights
I'm finna dip, be outty 5 in that 600 Benz or that 750i
Ate 9 slices of that humble pie
But you know I still talk my shit, right?
What your tryna hear when you high?
What you wish they played on the radio at least one time?
It's cool though! We getting major paper on the underground
You thought it was them other fools, though it was us the whole time
Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
But son do what the sun do: rise
Hit the game like a Piñata, tryna get a prize
Outta riding, got me my bottom bitch, she give me the best top
A sex pistol getting shotgun in the drop
Best to wear your mittens, baby girl, cause I got
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Courtside, a few drinks
Cussing at the referee, his officiating stinks
Spitta Andretti, I'm money on wheels
Like a Brink truck weight tough, nigga never budge
I'm a sphinx, what? Marvel at my stance
Ask your girl what she think, she can't even respond
Cause her mind is now mine fool, I ain't lying
'Less it's cross the couch, sleeping with my shoes on
Just in case I have to wake up and be out, once again it's on
Mama bring my bong to the gameroom with nothing but some panties on
And them Bape socks that I gave you
Never once on probation but your man's on his papers, spending them
Stacking them, filling them, wrapping them, lighting them, never passing them
I rolled it up myself and I don't remember your help
That's how we do it now, fall through the Jetset manor
Bring your own ounce, this is new Jet City, baby girl, rub yo titties
My top down, bitch in a bikini
My weed loud, I know you hear it screaming
I'm here now, what's going on this evening
You could look the other way but I know you see me
I know you see it, I know you see it
I know you see it, nigga, I know you see it
I know you see it, I know you see it
You could look the other way, but I know you see it
Televised lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Fiend)
The reeferlution will be televised
[Curren$y:]
From High Times Cannabis Cup judging the red
Carpet parties in New Orleans for my homecoming
Bring your own buds in for test inspection
'Fore access is granted to my section
My diesel East Coast, my kush is Western Conference
Chronic, nothing but bombest
For the elitest of rhymers and beat designers
You smell these trees leaking through your equalizers
A boss on them raws though I started with them EZ Widers
OG daytons nigga not them eagle wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass - to keep an eye out
Smoking one for the homie on the mural as I ride past
If I was drinking, I'd have poured some wine out
Knockin' Frank, Amy Winehouse
Candy paint on my skybox, tell a square bitch "watch out!"
The reeferlution will be televised
We getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised
[Fiend:]
The new-school coupe just left the paint booth
Got me stepping like a Nupe, barking like a Que
G'd up music, we spark a barbeque
Got a '70 Carlo named after daughter too
X-Men Wolverine blue, you can see the water too
Oak wood turning, know what we burning
Absolutely, baby! International Jones, jet life
Iron Gang and the air is our home
Paper plates in our sportsman's paradise?
You were smoking with ? what do I sacrifice
Paint job fine as the hair on a frog's back
The green you bringing better glow or stank or we don't want that
Get my liters from Houston
Monsta Beatz on the heat that we using
My engine sounds like it's been juicin'
Chick bad my stick, I'm shooting
Spitta Andretti, what we call it? Reefer
[Curren$y:]
The reeferlution will be televised
Yeah mama, we getting money now
The reeferlution will be televised
This Is The Life lyrics - Curren$y
Still rolling in my El Co on them thizangs
Niggas fucking up, they ain't fucking with the plizanes
Hits from the bong, cali strong got me feeling like I
Could kill a man, but I rather kill a bass line
These coke laced lines too dope for most they turn they noses up
Real niggas turn the music up, moe
Looking out the cracked windows sound in the smoke
Got ya high off both drugs audio
Y'all ain't got the heart for it. getcha cardio
In order bro, running for the money pockets double stuffed oreos
Party over here, bitches feeling like shit
In the morning though, it's the shift life
With the jets with fair warning ho, call who you gotta call
'Fore we be off I live far and your phone might not have bars
Babydoll, break that weed up for me, I break you off something have
You running yo mouth leading yo friends to me
This is the life, break down and roll up
Poolsides on rooftops, this is the life
Motor under glass like a pheasant
Jet plans under wraps like presents
Stayed in my lane gained leverage
Executive check my credit was merited
We hustlin together better than going in blindly
Expectations not met fools get ejected
Dropped like a Pharcyde record
Gone into hiding like a canvas topped off what im driving up
Riding up the block they think I'm moving in an autobot
Hop out, photo ops, scan for the cops if they not about
Light something for the cool niggas roll another one for the ride
Keep that bag thats all you nigga, I'm out
On another mission steady paper twisting
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
On another mission steady paper twisting
Even when I was a broke nigga, bitches paid attention
This is the life, break down and roll up
Poolsides on rooftops, this is the life
On G's lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
At ease
As I move with my jet set feeling the breeze
I'm in your ear like a death threat
Got you wondering if I played my best hand yet, you ain't seen nothing
I'm in your house like plumbing, in and out of your woman
And I'm up getting high cause my crew up and coming
Different chapters of my establishment
Posted up where it's cold, refrigerator magnets
Then it's back to the N-O, lab life, stacking rapper chips
Rhyme a few bars to buy my homies some cars
Then I say a few poems and buy my moms a new home
Spitta kush king, bong next to my throne
Scribble in my notepad 'bout my city's wrongs
And I try to make it right through these songs
It's niggas tryna make it through the night, let alone make a million
Get it on nigga and show off when you get it
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Young Roddy]
And on the set, shit get live, it's all action
But where I'm from, shit get real, it's no acting
In the 12th grade with 20 grand in my khakis
Life under the scope, them bitches keep looking at me
But picture living where these niggas don't fear a thing
This wicked world got a nigga numb, free from pain
And all that dirt I did, I still remain with no stain
So I twist it, smoke it by myself, clear my brain
Them sober nights drove a nigga damn near insane
I saw it all but never will I tell a thing
Can't think of one thing to lose, and 'bout a million things to gain
So I charge this to the game
But soon as I got my change, they say I changed mane
They told me state my name, I'm Roddy from the planes mane
These unfamiliar faces lookin' at me strange mane
But I'm no lame, these niggas know what I claim
I keep it trill to the day, I put that shit there on the Jets
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
[Trademark]
Through the lights, cameras and flashes, bong snapping and action
I'm focused on this paper, money transactions
Is what I'm after playa, was taught as a young'n
To move smart and get my weight up
Federal reserves papers by the layers, and weed by the acres
Bitches by the dozen, just watch me come up from nothing hater
Greater things await for those who remain patient
Yeah, that's real talk, matter fact a true statement
But still I grind case in the end I want more than Nathan
Smoking kush, tryna ease them thought with vapors
But my mind stuck on getting big faces
Racing toward the guap, these niggas still chasing
Running in place, tryna catch up with they replacements
Made it to the majors, live from the basement
Straight to the rooftop with spacious living spaces
With cases of the Clicquot, trees in different flavors
Running the game the OG's gave us
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no loot I can't get at y'all
On G's, niggas ain't fucking with my team, at all
Fall back dog, if it ain't about no cheese I can't get at y'all
Money Machine lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
Jet Life
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
Jets count millions
Write my way to a million
Looking out the plane windows
Yeah - Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank's woman upstairs packing bags
Survival of the fittest
A sponsor no longer living
Plight to these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all ended
And then the bars slam, casket closed
Welcome to the school of hard knocks
You ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold, I know
What's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me?
Seen niggas and bitches go through
Dope game and the music
Lifestyle hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it
Try to maintain, under pressure
Only few do it, and that's what inspires you to try
The gleam in your eye
Manifested in your mind
Then you start your climb
Remembering whoever you step on to come up
You may meet them another time
Fuck 'em, doe
Cause if the foot was in the other shoe
Them niggas would stand on you to get a better view
Telling you the truth, while taking them to school
Fools don't think how I think
Can't see these lines like I scribbled
In invisible ink in these tablets
Jet Life Commandments
Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me for?
One of them sucka niggas
Who forget the set when he blow?
Never that, JLR
We'll have his whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and Ozium in my car
In no way am I playing with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall, I'd land on Mars
But don't mistake my highness for blindness
Giving me them fake smiles
I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday
You back stroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dogs get
Chopped down to puppy size
Utterly euthanized by these flows
I've been crafted, secretly in my labyrinth
Sleeping on a charred mattress
Nights so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out
Livin in a landmark
New Ferrari underneath the car port, pull my landshark
Invite me to your party
Reserve me somewhere to park
I'm not sure what you thought
Fuck pullin off onto my lot
You got twenty minutes free?
How bout a fast brunch
Pitch me whatever proposals you want
But no promises though
I got a lot on my plate
No ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid, Willie the fly, always on top of shit, really
Yeahh
Roll one up for them haters
I'm just counting my paper
What's What lyrics - Curren$y
I'm not new to this I grew in this
Jet pimpin 420 vision maneuvering
Not injured though, limping when I walk
That's that Max Julien who's cooler than
Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them
I like my chicks speedy bag minicoopering, Karmaloop'd and shit
I can use you bitch, I see something in you we can blow up
Like time bombs if you got an open mind
We can post for a moment but not now
Your homie tryna do a little bit more for ya ma
So it would behoove you if you play it cool
Fake quality time with dude, laugh at his jokes 'cause he far from broke
Fleecing for his dough, order some equipment for us
Put it in the studio when we not sure who we know
So we got keep it on the low, keep him in the blind
And you can sneak out every night
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
Get your back to your house before the sun come up
Homie won't know what's what
JLC lyrics - Curren$y
Through text message we plot the takeover
Can't talk out loud 'round these chauffeurs
Way on the outskirts we have slick meetings
Lookin' over our shoulders, mother fuckin' lip readers just wanna know what I told ya
What I rolled ya
Wake up and smell the Folgers, crystals on my doja
The bitches on your posters really comin' over
Feelin' that jet livin', dosin' off on suede sofas
Wakin' up to mimosas, joy rides and high-priced rollsters
My side, east life keep them trees rollin'
Hundred dollar bills foldin'
Fools countin' on me to fuck up
I'm countin' up that money as it's pourin' in
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win
Jets nigga, you know it's them
Losin' to me for you would be a win I had to say that again
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
Mother fuckers better meet my demand list
Jet life commandments
Jet life commandments
First order of business is make the fam rich
Laid back chillin', posted
Livin' like a villain, mostly
Coast to Coast G
Rap hustlin', smokin'
Our places you not allowed to go in
The beats bitch niggas is scared of, I goes in, on
So King Kong go ahead with that Felicia ass cred
What he smokin' on, personal, this mine, it won't work for you
Your whole click in trouble, need a focus group
Learn you on how to earn but you uncoachable
What you want me to do
Fall back like the top, all that
And the half a joint pimpin' I'm high
Get Paid lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark)
[Trademark:]
Yeah
Jet Life
Jet set, nothing less
Uh-huh
I'm talking oceans in the back, front reserved for Porsches
Highed up focused on my fortunes, a real G
I'm tryna ball, I want it all, fuck a portion
Money in my pocket, more stacks than a fortress
Up early everyday, I'm tryna flip, I need more of it
Gotta get it now, will I see tomorrow? I ain't sure of it
Overdue it's 'bout that time, I deserve a lick
I'm trying to see something slick, I really came from nothing though
Still I stand tall, pockets thick, fitted sitting low
Twisting with my chick out the manor in front of gettin' gold
She ain't a gold digger, but love how daddy get this dough
Real nigga, hear it in my words plus my actions show
Nothing less I'm a Jet so I'm sending threats
To these suckers hating on my name 'cause I'm next
Protected by the planes, JLR family crest
Mama fall back from them lames and fly with the best
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
[Curren$y:]
Never underestimate the other guy's greed
Game given from a snake indeed
I still take heat, keep the force what you stuck adhesive
Fuck with the real niggas see how we do it
Baby girl, them your people
Well lose them dudes, your home girl and them cool
We makin' moves like when throwback rap albums had interludes
We used to chill at the crib waiting for homie
To bring them instrumentals through
Mixtape rap your way to a million dollars, I did it partner
Too much of a scholar to ever live in squalor
Scissors beats paper unless we talking 'bout them paper dollars
I'm in there like I live there
What took you so long baby girl I been here
Tryna lose your man, he a square, huh?
I don't even know if it's fair, ma
Fuck it though you living in the same world I'm in
Dirty but that money make it spin
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
[Young Roddy:]
I hustle hard 'til I'm dead or locked behind bars
I'm a Jet member, we about a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard, ain't no time for fucking off
It's a scary game but am I scared? Not at all
I'm hoping that this high don't ever come down and fall
'Cause them days with no weed way tougher than them all
Still spitting these trill bars free of charge
And them niggas don't give a fuck, they cold hearted
That's cold blooded especially in New Orleans
Just trying to make it out this maze that I been lost in
I rep my set from the stage to the coffin
School of hard knock I learned to read between the margins
But real shit so many problems I deal with
And I thank God for Mary Jane, that good piff
Bet I won't quit stacking my bread flipping my chips
I double count my paper then I dip
Jets fool, I bet I do
Yeah, get paid
Get paid, my nigga get paid
Yeah, get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... (paid) paid
Get paid (get paid)
Get paid, my nigga get... paid
(Yeah) Get paid
Get paid, my nigga
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